Caroline's POV
I heard Draven calling and turned around, thinking he was going to give me more work.
"Yes, Alpha Draven?"
"Close the door, please, and come here."
I closed the door, went back, and stood in front of him. He was sitting on that same couch that reminded me of dirty, sinful things I didn't want to remember.
Draven looked vulnerable, his elbows resting on his knees and his head bowed. My wolf Rory stirred inside me, urging me to comfort him, to run my hands through his hair and tell him everything would be okay, but I resisted the impulse.
Every time he touched me, my reason slipped away. His simplest touch set my skin on fire, making my body crave more. The effect he had on me was unlike anything I'd ever experienced, even with my ex-mate Marcus. This intense attraction
