S*x With The Ruthless Alpha Professor
Jealousy boiled off him so thick I could taste it—hot, ugly, like acid on snow.
Lila stepped between us like a shield, arms crossed, her voice cutting like a honed blade. “The only desperate one here is you, Marcus, still sniffing around what you never had a claim to. Rose didn’t throw anything away—she claimed what the old magic gave her. And if your precious eastern packs want to whine about it, let them. The Accord just reminded everyone that sovereigns don’t need permission slips from entitled pups with silver spoons.”