Chapter 61

Ezra's POV

"Red wine sounds perfect, Isolde." I leaned back against the plush leather sofa, my eyes tracking her with a hungry edge I could barely tame.

"Of course, Alpha." She dipped her head, a faint flush on her cheeks, before gliding toward the bar.

My gaze followed her, drinking in the way h...

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