And he saved himself for me. Kind of. And he apologized to me sincerely. And he remade my nest.

And he’s a backwards Neandertal who loses his marbles when he finds out a grown ass woman had a lover or two.

Did he think I was home crocheting all this time?

I mean, I was. A lot. My escapades were few and far between. I wasn’t sneaking off into the bushes after every moonlight swim like his cousin Ashlynn does. No judgement, not from me, but damn, Draken is as big a hypocrite as any male in this pack.

Of course, he is. He’s the alpha. And I got caught...