Chapter 8

Keyah was trying her best to act nonchalant. But holy smokes, was Aaron ever making her blood thrum and her spine tingle.

If she had been attracted to him earlier, she was practically willing to beg him to take her now. She always had a weakness for leather, and Aaron’s riding gear was all leather. Black and shiny. Her fingers itched to trace the stitching on his windcheater. He had trimmed his wildly unkempt dark hair and nearly shaved his face clean. It showed off his strong, square jaw. There was a prominent cleft in his chin that made her want to dip her finger in it. And without the beard, she could see the deep dimples in his cheeks when he smiled.

Dimples! The man had dimples! How the hell was she supposed to resist that?

She had been pleasantly surprised when he had chased her down and apologized. She might not have any experience living with a pack, but she was willing to bet her precious tote bag not many arrogant alphas owned up to their mistakes.

Charlie was trying to eng