Page 19 of Pretty Little Prey
Chapter 8
Luna’s heartbeat pattered in a series of ragged thumps as the man neared.
“Please don’t faint,” the deep throaty voice requested.
Kobe. The wolf.
She took deep breaths to calm herself. If she let her fear rule her and she fainted, she would have no defense against him.The second he finds out I am a prey, he will slaughter me for sport. Just like Rohan. “Wha—what are you doing in here?” she asked.
The men had left her alone in the office after dropping the bomb that she was the dragon’s mate. Rohan could be on his way, after having read the clear description of her.Need to get out of here. Fast.
“Please do not fear me, Moonbeam,” Kobe said softly as he moved into the room. Gods, the man was so big, he took up all of the space.
Alpha wolves were always breathtakingly attractive. Strong and muscular, yes. But also sharp cheekbones, wild hair, and bright soulful eyes. Ruggedly handsome. The way they moved—with animalistic confidence—could make any woman’s panties evaporate.
The fact that predators—especially, alphas—could emit a sexual pheromone to madden and lure prey was severely unfair. Though they did so without trying or meaning to, she despised them for it.
Rohan’s words still rang through her mind, “One whiff of my alpha scent, and Luna followed me everywhere. The perfect little sheep. Dumb and addicted to predator cock.”
Never again. All predators were monsters.
“Are you hungry? Thirsty?” Kobe asked her. His dark gaze flicked over her body from head to toe, as if scanning for injuries. The subtle act of protection warmed her. No. Maybe he was checking what parts of her he wanted to tear off first with his wolfish jaw.
Do not soften to him or any man.
Her stomach growled with hunger, interrupting her thoughts and betraying her in front of the wolf.
The excitement lighting up Kobe’s eyes confused her. If he were in his wolf form, Luna imagined his tail would be wagging back and forth, hitting the furniture.
“What do you want to eat?” Kobe asked, waving for her to follow him to the kitchen. And she did follow. Slowly.
The cabin was much larger than she had originally thought.
The second she saw all of the kitchen appliances—a large oven, a toaster, a panini press, an air fryer—she bit back a moan. Six years on the run with little money meant living on microwavable just-add-water noodles. When was the last time she had access to a real kitchen? To real food?
Her gaze also locked onto the display of kitchen knives.If I can just snag a few for protection…
“We have steak,” Kobe said. “Would you like steak?”
“I do not eat meat.”Duh. Shewasmeat.
He frowned. “No meat?”
“No.”
The wolf glanced around the kitchen, as if struggling to think of anything else.Typical predator.
Luna inched to the massive refrigerator. Upon opening its door, she bit back another moan. It was so lusciously full. Her eyes skipped over all the red meat and focused on the produce. Broccoli, green peppers, andcheese. She loved cheese.
Grabbing at random ingredients, she turned to set the items onto the counter and gasped at how Kobe stood directly behind her; his alpha scent slammed into her hard.Strong pheromones.
The wolf smelled like sex in the woods before dusk. Pine and sweat and sweetness unparalleled. Her knees weakened, the tips of her breasts tightening beneath her bra as the powerful scent overwhelmed her senses. She grew slick between her legs.
“G-Get back,” she stuttered out through a wave of lust.
Kobe frowned again, flinching at her dismissal. “I only wish to help, Moonbeam—” A small step forward was all it took.
Thump, thumpwent her heart.
