Nefretiri
Was it crazy to poke a horny werewolf? Especially an Alpha? Yes.
I didn't care.
The impulse to tease him in the car was something I couldn't resist. Something released me between confessing my feelings to Ivan and waking up. My dreams were… energetic, and no trace of Ricky or his family lingered.
Ivan had always loved me.
That might seem obvious, but I'd spent weeks convincing myself his attention and obsession were instinct, not emotional. I was wrong, and I regret the time we'd wasted.
'That's what Sarah and Liam didn't want to tell me.' I remembered my foster parents' smiles, the subtle way they hinted that their approval of Ivan as my mate stemmed from something more than his credentials. 'They knew he loved me.'
Did they know how I felt, too?
'Of course they did.'
I screamed as Ivan lunged for me again, almost catching me.
