Page 90 of Claimed By Prince Daddy

I caught Alexandra shaking her head out of the corner of my eye. “Won’t take heed as well as if it came from their alpha.”

A growl ripped loose.Wonderful, more shit to pile on me.

“The werebear’s visit affected you.”

I faltered, my punch not carrying enough power behind it. I knew Alexandra would pick up that folly.

Dammit.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to imply, but whatever it is… you’re reaching.”

Alexandra chuckled. “The only thing I’m reaching for is the truth.”

“That flea-bitten bear hasn’t affected me at all.”

“Bullshit.”

I pushed off the wall and Alexandra strode closer. “Over the last two weeks, you’ve been a grumpy ass. You snap orders to the sentinels like their purpose on this earth is to answer your every beck and call. You’ve lost your temper with the pups for finger-painting the food hall walls. It was onlyfuckingfinger-paint! You’ve had a stick so far up your ass I’m surprised you’re not strung up like a flagpole.”

I whirled on her, the punching bag forgotten. “Listen, being alpha means I take charge. I’m responsible for this pack. The title makes more enemies than friends!”

Lies. Excuses.

I knew all the words spewing from my mouth were bullshit, but I couldn’t let her know. No matter if she was my dearest friend. I couldn’t let any of my pack mates know that Alpha Damon was my fated mate. Werewolves and werebears rarely formed a fated bond, with only a few dozen cases recorded in Werekind’s history. That was pretty damn long, considering our history dated back at least five centuries. To have called a werebear your mate was a sin worse than being a latent.

Alexandra scoffed and retorted, “An alpha’s pack is not her enemy. And you know that.” Her gaze dipped down to my lower body. “Have you been using Dolly more lately?”

I could feel the heat of my flush straight to my toes.

I cast a furtive glance around and breathed a sigh of relief that no other pack mates passed through the training grounds. The high afternoon sun caused the pack to seek shade and conserve energy.

“I have not usedDollyany more than usual. Not that it’s any of your business.”

Dolly was the codename for my vibrator that I kept tucked away in the back of my drawer, under piles of paper. And yes, I may have pulled her out a couple of more times than usual.

“Your bedroom is right next to mine.”

I raised a brow.

“I can hear your mewling when you take care of your arousal.”

My eyes snapped open, gut-twisting. I spun and threw my weight into the following punch. A violent snap resounded. I gasped as the punching bag went sailing across the room, slammed against the wall, and careened to the ground in an explosion of sand—the bag busting.

Jaw slacked, I blinked at the remains. I chanced a peek at Alexandra. Brow raised, she shot me a knowing look, trying not to grin.

What a bitch!

I stared at my nightstand that evening. The pack had retired to their respective cabins, preparing their evening meals now that dusk had descended over the town of Big Sky.

But my inner wolf wouldn’t allow me to eat. The only thing she craved was Damon, and had spent every night, since his unwelcome visit, pining away. No, my inner wolf did not hunger for food. She clawed at me with a different need that she yearned to satiate. My abdomen clenched, and the muscle spasmed. I licked my lower lip as sweat beaded on my brow. A raw need only a mate could relieve and quench—sexual hunger.

Again, my gaze flitted to the top drawer of the nightstand.

I was thinking about the vibrator.

Not that Dolly had done much quenching. If anything, she fueled my primal need for a male body and my claws sliced out. Like hell, I’d beg that mangy alpha to take me.

Heaving a heavy sigh, I trudged toward the drawer.

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