(Yadieliz)
Last night was awesome, just like the night I went to the club. After I was taken to my room in the pack house, Steven barged into my room, unable to hide his shock. He hugged me so tightly without saying a word. I knew he was happy about me being here in the same pack as he and his mate. We stayed like that for a while before he pulled back. We talked for a while, and he introduced me to his mate, Roger. I had a feeling Roger and I would get along very well.
We had just finished training and I grabbed my bottle of water. I’m exhausted and deliciously sore between my legs from last night, but I know this can’t continue between Elijah and me. To be honest, I’m not okay with that and neither is my Lycan. I mean he’s the king of all werewolves, and I’m just a lowly pack member.
