I started laughing again. Like unhinged, eyes-watering, shoulders-shaking laughing. “And to think I thought my biggest problem was not able to tie my shoe lace. Nope. Turns out I’m dating into a werewolf telenovela with a MILF villain, an emotionally unavailable mate, a tied-up uterus, and a secret family history that should’ve been burned at the archives.”
Let me shift, my wolf snarled. Let me at least take one bite out of this woman.
“No,” I whispered back. “If anyone’s getting bitten tonight, it’s me biting myself for not running when I had the chance.”
And then I looked at Emma.
Dead in the eye.
“I swear to the Moon, if you come one step closer to me with another slap or another ‘he was mine first’ monologue, I will shift right here and rip this whole building apart. And don’t thi
