Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Brooklyn

I hesitate, settling down in my chair across from Aden.

He's all feral wolf, and instead of feeling like the strong she-wolf I am, I feel like a doe waiting to feel his teeth sink into my neck for the kill.

His wolf flares in his eyes as he stares at me, almost as if he could leap across the table at any moment and gobble me up.

Images flash through my mind of my skirt hiked up around my waist while Aden Kenwood buries his face between my thighs, literally gobbling me up...

I give myself a mental shake.

Nope. This is Hudson's father-mafia king, powerful shifter, and bad, bad news.

That's why Hudson has a bodyguard, that's why he has so much money.

I quirk my head to the side, still staring at Kenwood, realizing that this is also why Hudson is hiding his sexuality. Many of the powerful wolf packs and crimes families in Grayling City are notoriously

conservative, and family is everything. A gay son would never be accepted in some packs-especially a son that is expected to provide an heir.

I can't imagine being Hudson...having to hide who I loved, pretending to love someone else.

to the here and now, I realize that the man in front of me is smiling, just slightly, his eyes moving over me as I stare

his head buried between my legs...there's no way

jaw, reminding myself that he is

much of a traitor my wolf and my body are

feeling my heat for this man. Not

back to

done this a thousand times, Brooklyn! I remind myself. You could do this

birth?" I ask,

believe," Kenwood says slowly, "that you're already aware of

back,

to glare at his boldness-he's

But, unfortunately, he's right.

City knows this information. I quickly fill out

up at him, struck once again by the grim,

is all jagged edges and rough shards...and some dark

pass through me, tapping its fingers

quickly dismiss the thought and try to focus on what I'm supposed to

at me, and I shush

off-kilter that I actually have to look down and read the

the questions that I ask. you today will be of a personal and psychological nature," I say, giving the canned speech I'm required to say to all inmates. "The state does require that you answer all questions fully and honestly as part

up at him, a knee-jerk reaction to an unresponsive patient.

he says, slowly leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, "what gives you the right to ask me anything about my history and

my chair, unnerved by such a question.

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