Later that night, Allison lay on her side, facing away from Deucalion. They'd had dinner and gone to get the cookies from Casey. Deucalion had loved the cookies as evidenced by the fact that there were only a few left. After dessert, they'd separated. Deucalion had gone to his office and she'd settled into her room with her music up and a book in her hands. But no matter what, Allison hadn't been able to concentrate on the words. Instead, Megan's voice kept rushing over every thought.
Now, as she lay in bed, the voice fired up again. Deucalion hadn't pushed for more s*x, maybe sensing that she wasn't in the mood. A nervousness had started to gnaw at her gut. Allison didn't actually know Deucalion. How could she discard what Megan had said? She'd never seen the king and the she-wolf togeth
