I could not even enjoy teasing the maid without myself being tortured by the sight of my own father. Just as I was putting Wren into her place, my eyes were distracted by movement along the hallway. A flick of long auburn hair. The flutter of lashes as beautiful eyes gazed up at the man so many women seemed to fall at the feet of.
The movement of that alone had brought my eyes to the man who stood before the she-wolf who the hair belonged to. He was unashamedly ogling the curves of the young she-wolf while she ran her hand along my father's... her Alpha's arm... dressed in little more than a pair of hot pants and a tank top, this she-wolf had come out to capture the attention of the male eye, that was for certain...
