BEOF

Her footsteps echoed down the antechamber. I heard muffled thuds, cries—was she hitting them?

My brain was struggling to process everything. Debating whether to intervene or not, I wasn’t even sure what the hell had just happened here.

I had gone from arousal to disappointment, then back to arousal, only to be thrown into utter shock. I had no idea how my soldier was still standing at attention.

I leaned forward, trying to pull my pants up over my thighs—at least enough to face the situation with some dignity.

I took a few steps across the carpet, figuring out how the hell I was going to shove myself back into my pants with this damn erection.

Didn’t even need to.

The door slammed shut again. I heard her rushing back through the antechamber—she was coming straight back to the room, and my wolf could smell the danger in the air.

Still, I didn’t shift.

I wasn’t about to attack her—never. No matter how much of a lycan she was, she was a female.

And I don’t fight females, especially