Irabel
A gift?
Who in their right mind gave a sexy woman as a present to their mate?
Irabel's jaw clenched as she stomped beside Romaldo, following after her so called 'present'. They were on the move to a place they could talk... with her present. The idea made Irabel grind her teeth even harder, gaze blazing at the enchantress' back as she walked up ahead, flaunting every sexy inch of her.
In that shiny, golden gown, Orlith's every curve was a taunt, every step sensual, enough to make even Irabel want to purr. She was every bit the walking temptation every story told about her had said. One that few wolves had been able to resist. Irabel didn't dare think about whether Romaldo had been one of those wolves who'd failed to resist the vixen too.
"My sweet Romaldo. You never disappoint
