The Wolf at the Door (Big Bad Wolf, #1)

by Charlie Adhara

“Ruh-roh,” Park said, face twisted in worry. Cooper coughed.

Maybe he deserved to have someone drop a rock on his head and put him out of his misery. “C’mon, you bastard. Show me your super hearing. Asshole Park. Huge alpha Park. Big, strong, muscular Park. Amazing Ass Park. Pretty Eyes Park.”

“Hey,” Park said. “Oliver.” “What?” Cooper’s voice sounded huskier than usual. Maybe due to breathing the foul air of the crevice. Maybe not. “My name’s Oliver. Though if you want to call me Pretty Eyes Park again, I promise I’ll still come running.”

Park laughed outright at that. An abrupt, throaty sound. A barking laugh, Cooper noted with a swell of warmth. He sipped his gin.