ROBERT POV
Did I enjoy seeing my mate all flushed and breathless because of what I said in front of her parents?
Hell yes, I f*****g loved it.
There’s something deeply addictive about watching a strong, stubborn woman like Pauline completely lose her grip over that sharp, wicked brain of hers—just because you told her the truth. Not poetry. Not a line. Just the truth. Raw and simple.
I couldn’t even look at her now without feeling butterflies bouncing around in my stomach like idiots.
And I hate butterflies.
I’m a grown man. A wolf, no less. I’ve faced rogue attacks, border wars, pack politics, and a pissed-off Luna in heels. I’ve had to stitch up my own wounds with nothing but a bottle of whiskey and a sewing kit.
But one smile from Pauline?
That s**t turns me into a trembling pud
