Diva stood in front of the strippers club, her pulse trembling beneath her skin. She wasn’t supposed to be here.
The daughter of the Guardian Pack’s Alpha ... standing outside a damn strip club like some lost street rat ... it was humiliating. But she didn’t care. She’d rather rot in the filth of human lust than breathe the same air as her controlling father another f*****g day.
Men stumbled out of the club, reeking of sweat, alcohol, and sin. Some were too drunk to walk straight, others too sober to pretend they weren’t staring at her legs like hungry beasts. One of them, a thick, tattooed brute, licked his lips and smirked. “Hey, dollface… you lost or lookin’ for a real man tonight?”
Diva’s jaw clenched. Her wolf stirred beneath her skin, growling low. "One step closer, and I’ll rip
