AMANDA'S POV
By the time I made it back to the tiny tenement house, I was still trembling.
What the hell was Donovan trying to do?
Steven had suggested I report him—file a complaint with the Pack about his reckless, dangerous driving. But we both knew that would go nowhere. Donovan was the Alpha's son. The future Alpha. No one would actually hold him accountable.
No one ever had.
I locked myself in the bathroom and turned the shower on as hot as I could stand. I wanted to wash away the chaos of the day—Donovan's hands, his c**k in my mouth, the way he'd looked at me like I was something to own. Like I was his.
But the water couldn't wash away the memory of his body against mine. Couldn't scrub the heat of his skin from my own. And that last look—wild, furious, almost de
