Page 5 of The Alpha and His Enemy Wolf
Mila did not share the same exaltation as her wolf. The only thing she wanted was to get out of here and get away fromhim, specifically.
She’d expected the Franconia leader to be older, closer to her father’s age with graying hair and a mature appearance—not looking likethat.Rafe appeared to be in his thirties and in peak physical form. His dark hair curled at the ends and his beard was neatly trimmed. Unfortunately, he was attractive, extremely so with those intense eyes and chiseled cheekbones. And his body? She could moan. All muscle—an impressive male physique. She could press herself against him and drink that irresistible scent in.
No, she refused to picture him that way. This was just her wolf and hormones messing with her.
Mila exhaled through her nostrils. “So you’re just going to stand here and gawk at me like some perv?”
He kept his gaze pinned on her eyes. “Your wolf would like that.”
She growled. There might be a kernel of truth in that statement. Her wolf had been going wild inside as if she were in heat—not that Mila had any experience in that matter. Her wolf urged Mila to cozy up to this shifter, rub up against him, and seduce him, because of some deranged thoughts that this dreadful shifter was her mate.
No way. Not a Franconia wolf. Especially their alpha.
“What do you want from me?” she snapped in frustration.
He rubbed his beard. “Answers.”
“Well, you’re not going to get any treating me like this.”
He stepped closer to her. When he bent near her ear, he sniffed her and moaned. Her wolf swooned.He smells so good.
His scent was maddening! Deliciously vexing. She’d never scented anyone quite like him. His musk was like an aphrodisiac. It intoxicated her with sweet, forbidden lust.
“What do you want?” His voice hummed along her ear, filling her with a pleasant buzz that made it momentarily difficult to think.
What was he doing? Why was he talking to her this way? Was he as confused by his wolf’s demands, struggling with them as she was with hers?
A shiver of lust curled through her body, coiling with need right between her legs.
“Cover me,” she managed to demand.
A flicker of awareness danced in his bright eyes, and his lips curled up with a sensual curve. He stared at her with a knowing, satisfied expression. By the moon and stars, he must have scented her desire. She cursed her traitorous body for broadcasting what she’d rather keep secret.
He stepped back and crossed his arms across his broad chest. “Once again, I don’t take orders, Sacco. Ask me nicely.”
So frustrating! She stomped one foot, but when it made her breasts jiggle, drawing his attention to them, she regretted that action. She had to stay calm to find a way out of this mess. She wasn’t able to communicate with her pack to let them know what happened. It could have been the distance or the silver in the rope.
“Fine.” She huffed. “Will youpleasecover me up?” Snark dripped from her tone.
“First, you tell me your name,” he replied.
Why more games? Still, the more she argued with him, the longer she had to stand before her enemy in this vulnerable state.
“Mila.”
“Mila,” he repeated.
She liked the way it sounded in his rich baritone.
“Mila, why have you trespassed into our territory to sabotage our operations?”
“What is this—an interrogation in the nude?” she attempted once more to get out of the ropes, but stopped as it was futile.
“Just that one and I’ll cover you.”
“Promise?” She narrowed her gaze.
“Promise,” he declared with a nod.
