THE REALITY OF BEING an alpha was that all and sundry turned to you for aid at the worst possible moments. And as much as I didn’t like being overcome by Wolfie’s dominance, I had to admit that the responsibilities stemming from my own alpha powers weren’t nearly as charming as they’d at first appeared. Tonight, for example, I would have quite gladly passed the mantle over to someone else.
“Not all it’s cracked up to be, huh?” Wolfie said, mirroring my thoughts in his usual uncanny manner while treating me to the crooked grin I found so irresistible. “Should I go be big and surly and scare them away?”
“No, we’ll see what’s wrong together,” I decided, buttoning my shirt and running a hand through my hair in hopes it wouldn’t look like I’d just been groped by a randy werewolf. Not that I’d
