Year Three (Kingmakers, #3)

by Sophie Lark

“You mean, ‘Yes, sir,’ ” Dean corrects me. My cheeks flame and I feel an intense impulse to tell him to fuck off. But that would be suicidal. “Yes, sir,” I hiss through gritted teeth. “Good girl,” Dean says softly.

Raw. Next question

“Maybe . . .” Chay says slowly. “But you know, you can’t turn a wolf into a puppy.” “That’s alright.” I shrug. “I don’t want him to be a puppy.”

Woof