#19 Camarderie

Aldrich

Ava is going to be the death of me. I'm sure of that.

I groan and adjust my erection, trying not to disturb her. She has fallen asleep immediately, but with her soft body pressed against me, my cock is hard as fuck. Added to that, there's the intoxicating scent of her.

My wolf wants to break to the surface, to claim her as our mate.

I can control him only with the greatest difficulty.

Ava can never be my mate. We are worlds apart. This attraction, this chemistry, and even the easy friendship that has developed between us is solely owing to the circumstances. It's bound to change once she's better.

Even knowing that, I can't seem to control the reactions of my body.

Hell, I'm going to be sleep deprived for two nights in a row.

I try to divert my mind and think about ways to keep Ava hidden. It's going to be a real problem. The Werewolves of my pack might not venture this far right now, but once they have scanned the areas closer to the ghetto, they certainly will move closer to