~Elena~
What about Lucian?
I froze.
“Lucian,” I whispered.
Because of course. Of course it wasn’t just one Alpha. Of course it wasn’t just any older man who wanted to scent me and bend me over his desk. No. It was Lucian’s father. The one man on earth who would never forgive me for this.
Oh Goddess. Oh Goddess, oh Goddess, oh f**k me sideways with a ruler.
I stumbled backward, hitting the stall door so hard it rattled. My hands flew to my hair like I could yank the thoughts out of my head. Like I could untangle what just happened from the part of me that still wanted more. Because my wolf—my smug, late, horny wolf—was not done.
You’re in big trouble.
Her voice was sing-song now. Almost giddy. Like this was all entertainment to her. Like my actual unraveling was the pre-show to the
