Page 15 of Claimed by the Wolf

“But—”

“Just get dressed, please.” He didn’t raise his voice, but it had grown cold. Dominating. I shivered and got up.

It didn’t take me long to pull on my clothes, and once I’d finished and gargled with mouthwash, Grant led me downstairs. I was too bleary to really wonder what was going on beyond asking myself why in the world we had gotten out of bed in the middle of an icy night. My pussy was sore, my heart had been through the wringer in the last day, and I was still processing being pregnant. Oh, and that werewolves existed. I didn’t have any room left for anything else.

But in the next moment, I woke right up.

The door opened, and my heart plummeted into my shoes. This could not be happening. But it was.

The soldiers guarding the door stepped aside, and in walked Avon.