Chapter 42

• ~Ambrose~
• There she is. My little red fox. My God, she’s beautiful. My eyes roam over her body, and I love what I see. Those tight black faux leather leggings she’s wearing with a retro band t-shirt give her a little of a bad-girl vibe. Damn, she doesn’t even see how truly special she is, so I let my tongue dart over my lips and watch as she mirrors my gesture. That naughty little fox knows she wants me, and I damn well will have her, no matter how long it takes.
• As I walk over, I watch as her shoulders tense and her eyes wander around the room to see if anyone is noticing. I know she’s scared they will attack; Damon already warned me about that. The fact is no one dared even look at her wrong tonight. I already warned my people she’s a wild and can’t control her fox, so they will leave her be. Poor girl would have already been dead meat by now had I not put my foot down on day one. My pack is ruthless when let off their leash, but they respect me. Dominate wolves or not, we all have the feral sides that we must keep in check.