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Derren was attracted to confident, bold females who took life as seriously as he did. His wolf, on the other hand, was so easily bored that he tended to like playful, defiant females that would present a challenge.
For once, though, they were in total agreement when it came to a woman: Alyssa Marshall was fucking captivating.
Totally straight-faced, Ally replied, “Sorry, I don’t take orders unless I’m naked.”
“Why do you have so much rage and pain inside you that it’s a total wonder you haven’t gone insane with it?”
“Who I speak to is my business. Should I grab a ladder so you can step out of it?”
But Dominic takes supreme joy in winding up males—especially mated ones—by flirting with their females. So, either he has the IQ of a Cheerio or some kind of death wish. We’re not yet sure.”
“Hey, Ally, do you know the difference between a hamburger and a blow job?” At her frown, he asked, “No? Wanna have lunch sometime?”
Still, she’d always felt like she was leeching off someone else’s family. Although she adored her uncles, Ally had never felt settled there. Never found her place. And so she’d flitted from pack to pack over the years, searching for it. But she never found it.
She nodded. “If you can’t trust yourself, who can you trust?”
“Taking on responsibilities means taking charge of your life. It’s your own personal shit that’s trapping you.”
“That’s not the same as having support. It’s possible to be surrounded by people and still feel alone.”
You could have someone in your life for years but never really know them; others you could come to know in a matter of weeks.
she’d stopped trusting her own judgment. “Stop looking at the world through guarded glasses for just one minute, baby. Listen to your instincts. Don’t think, Ally. Feel.”
