She had just adjusted the hard object once again when she was forcefully pulled to Alasdair's lap.

"Enjoying it, are we? If you touch me once again, I promise, you won't be able to walk for weeks."

Anna's hand froze midair as she met his gaze. She tilted her head in confusion, still oblivious to what he meant.

"Huh? What do you mean?" She asked naively but Alasdair only gave her an innocent smile, hoping she'd fall into the trap he had dug for her.

Anna, the pretty naive woman who had served herself on a silver platter to a wolf, was unaware she was about to fall into the...