Chapter 8

“You’re awfully quiet,” Vera said, sliding her manicured hand up my thigh, getting dangerously close to my crotch. Her scent-drowning in expensive perfume-filled the car.

“Just tired,” I replied, keeping my eyes on the road. The alcohol made her scent more irritating than appealing. The contrast with Elsa’s natural scent-clean, slightly sweet, with that hint of arousal whenever I got close to her-hit me like a punch to the gut.

My wolf’s ears perked at just the thought of Elsa. He remembered her scent, the way she’d bare her throat to me, submitting completely while her eyes still challenged me.

Damn it. Stop thinking about her wet pussy every time you’re with Vera.

When we reached the Horton mansion, Vera turned to me with a shy look. “Mother’s away,” she purred, pressing her tits against my arm.

“You could… stay tonight.”

My cock didn’t even twitch. Instead, my mind flashed to Elsa. It had been two months since I’d banished her to the island, and my body was feeling every day of her absence. My wolf howled mournfully inside me, mourning the loss of our Elsa.