Page 89 of My Grumpy Alpha

I pull back my hands in innocence.

“I would never.”

"So?” She leans down farther on my chest.

“What are we good at?”

I smile because it’s true.

“Love. Unconditional love. What more could you possibly ask for in this world than someone who sees you, who knows you, and knows themselves and will fight until the end—to keep you safe.”

Tears well in her eyes.

“I feel like I’ve known you my entire life now. Promise me it’s not just your bite, promise me it’s not just because of a grumpy werewolf with magic blood.”

I smile and pull her into my arms.

“If your body didn’t accept my bite, then you wouldn’t feel a thing, you’d simply be pissed off.”

“So the usual?”

“Yeah, the usual.”

"I’m hungry.” She yawns and turns into my arms, then starts rubbing her body against mine.

“For food and for you, I think we need to…” Her eyes widen.

“I need, oh shit, oh shit.”

Panicking, I pull the blanket from her.

“What? What’s wrong?” I touch her forehead to see if she has a fever or something else wrong with her when she shoves me with strength I’ve never felt against the couch and straddles me.

“What’s going on?”

Her eyes look like mine, so electric blue that it’s nearly impossible to look away, and before I can say anything, I see the fangs in her mouth.

That’s not how this is supposed to go.

What the hell?

She straddles me, her eyes are wild, like I’ve given her an injection of something.

“My turn.”

“What?”

She pins my arms above my head.

“My turn.”

"Yeah, heard you the first time.” I try to move but can’t. I’m literally paralyzed beneath her hands as her face descends, fangs elongate, she’s bitten me before but never like this. Obviously.

Her incisors dig into my soft skin, she attaches her mouth to my neck, and all is lost, I see it.

I see it all.

Being abandoned as a child.