Chapter Seventy-Eight- Who Knew?
Alpha Delicious Point of View.
Something primal stirs in my loins as I watch my mate, as she stands over Anna, oozing confidence, making my forma beta swallow hard, fear evident in her eyes.
Who knew witnessing your other half execute a ‘intelligence gathering exercise’ by way of beauty treatments could be such a turn on?
Was this a mate bond thing? Or was it some kind of weird fetish I have developed? I watch on transfixed, as my mate smiles down at the beta wolf, who now has tears streaming down her face, from the pain of what she is inflicting on her, whilst Becca holds the wolf in place, on the hard backed chair .
“I am sure you want to look your best, Anna. For when you go to your new pack,” my mate declares, an evil smile dancing on her face.
