Twenty Eight

*HUNTER*.

I exit the bathtub with drops of water on my bare skin. Stepping out of the bathroom after wrapping my towel around my waist. The recent upheaval in the pack, Beta Arlo's wound on me, is still like a nightmare from which I have not yet fully recovered. Hector's plan was unfathomable, all for Aaliyah.

Without knocking, the door opens, allowing Aaliyah to enter. She has become accustomed to me.

“Aaliyah?” I strive to dress appropriately. "Whatever happens to knocking?"

“I didn't have to because I knew I would knock you out when I arrived.”

What the Hell does she mean by that, I smile. She is beckoning me to the depth of her desire.

"Everyone seems to be on my neck lately, but," she pauses, staring at me with such ferocity. "I want the one who doesn't want me,"

She is now an inch away from me, her breath touching my chilly skin. Knowing I can't resist this desire makes me tremble.

She leans into me and grabs my hard butt while licking the drops of water from my chest. My b