RACHELE POV
I stared at him.
Speechless. Absolutely speechless.
*Brats?!*
Had he really said that?
For a heartbeat, I thought I’d misheard him , that my brain, frazzled and short-circuiting, had filled in the word with something else. Something my imagination would never recover from.
But no. He had said it.
And from the gleam in his eyes, he meant it.
My wolf wagged her tail in the back of my mind, not offended in the slightest.
Oh no, she liked it.
She liked the way his voice dropped when he said it, low, commanding, that slow gravel of dominance that made my spine tighten and my pulse race.
Oh Goddess.
She wanted to be manhandled, apparently.
And the terrifying part? Maybe I did too. Okay not maybe.
Oh f**k.
The training ground was freaking silent. You could have heard a
