Chapter Fifty-TwoMalcolm POVShe was less hostile when drunk and now as she laid besides me, she didnt look like a high ranking hunter who went after the big bad wolves, wolves like myself. I sighed and stared at the ceiling. What was i thinking? Kissing her and allowing ourselves get lost. She wanted it and heck i wanted it too, but this was turning to something else. She was supposed to be my pretend girlfriend but its turning me to the over protective boyfriend.You like her, don’t you? My wolf asked as i turned my gaze back to her, she was still in her dress and from the crease on her face, she was uncomfortable in it, ignoring the voice i reached for the strap of her dress and gently pulled it down her shoulders, she stirred and her eyes opened slightly as she stared, but she was far off. “You’re not doing this right,” I stopped as she closed her eyes again, peeling off the shirt on me, i wore the shirt on her body and buttoned up, from underneath i peeled off her dress easily