Dressed in navy pants that clung to her ass and a white blouse with just enough buttons undone to show off her breasts, Isabella squirmed in front of the podium as she finished up the meeting, bright blue eyes flickering to mine every other moment.
I intently listened to her stumble over her words, watched her cheeks flush pink, and felt her uneasiness permeate the air. It should’ve made me gloat in glory that I, Kylo Marks, had accomplished what I had come to do. But her nerves were giving me anxiety, and that anxiety was riling up my wolf.
Help her, my wolf pleaded with me. You made her nervous.
Help her, You made her nervous.Ignoring his comments, I continued to listen to her spiel about the Lycans. While they seemed like decent people, ever since Ryker had betrayed the alphas and be
