Forbidden Fruit (The Wolfverse Dark Side, #1)

by Sam Hall

“Just like that, huh? I’m your bitter pill to swallow?”

He did that fucking thing that was girl catnip, reaching behind him to grab a handful of his t-shirt then pull it up and over his head.

Trauma was a buzz word, used to neatly encapsulate all the messy, messy shit that human beings are capable of inflicting on each other, but it didn’t sufficiently describe the width and breadth of that fucking agony.

“You and what army, mate?” one of the others said, which was such a dumb mistake. “I am the fucking army.”

He’d always hung back in our pack, existed on the outer, but the fucking bastard was an omega whisperer of the highest order.