You've got to be kidding me…
Roxy widened her eyes as she remembered something from biology class, and forgot that she wasn't fucking a literal human being. This was a wolf; of course, they would be stuck until they had released a lot of semen in their female.
Roxy groaned in exasperation, but froze when she felt hot tears drip on her neck, and she frowned.
Was he crying?
The Wolf King, who had watched his pack wither and die for a decade, was finally connected to life. He was overwhelmed by her warmth, by her scent, by the fact that she hadn't pushed him away.
He had never felt his makeup for a decade, and now that she was under him, he couldn't afford to let her slip away from his arms.
He declared in his mind. Whatever happens, I won't let her leave.
"Do not leave," he whimpered, sounding nothing like an Alpha and everything like a lonely, starving boy. "Please. Do not go."
Roxy's heart softened. Her curses died in her throat.
