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Damien POV
She looks at me with wide, innocent eyes as she tears open the teabag packet with her teeth.
Fuck.
Was she doing that on purpose?
The image hits me instantly her completely naked, straddling me, teeth tearing open a condom packet with that same look. I have to step back, physically forcing distance between us before my body betrays me.
Fuck.
She really is a temptress.
And judging by the smug little smirk she throws my way, she knows it.
“You left the party early, Damien,” Maurice murmurs beside me as I sit back down. “And you’re still wearing last night’s clothes.”
His voice is low, pitched for my ears only but Aurélie hears him anyway. I see it immediately, the soft bloom of pink staining her cheeks.
She turns her back on us, deliberately avoiding our gazes.
She’s still wearing last night’s dress, clinging to her in a way that makes her look utterly insatiable. I glance at Maurice and catch him staring at her arse.
“Back off,” I growl into his ear.
He just chuckles, amused. Like he doesn’t know or care what my beast is capable of.
“Alpha Damien,” Quentin says smoothly, “I was planning to give Alpha Aurélie a tour of the pack. Would you like to join us?”
I’ve known this pack for decades it’s been part of my alliance longer than most but I don’t bother mentioning that.
“Thanks,” I reply instead, “but I need to check on a few things. Would you mind if I use your office?”
“It’s at your disposal,” he says graciously.
Not that I needed permission.
They all leave yes, even Maurice. Typical. Alphas always want to snoop around other packs, collecting information for future leverage.
All except one.
Her smirk from across the dining table has me rolling my eyes.
How the fuck did she go from being staff in my house to the future Luna of the Saint Wolf pack? The Moon Goddess really did have a twisted sense of humour.
“Luna?” I arch a brow, calling her out on it.
“Alpha,” she replies sweetly. “How are things? Fabrice and Florence seem to be getting along very well.”
That interfering grin curls at the corner of her mouth.
“Is that so…” I keep my breathing steady, my heart rate calm though the news is actually welcome.
“Yes,” she continues. “They spent the night together. As did you two, from the sounds of things.”
What was it with everyone insisting on prying into our business?
I don’t respond. I turn and head straight for Quentin’s office, closing the door firmly behind me, craving the privacy.
I sift through my emails. I’d tasked some of my trackers with locating Geneviève and now, Theo as well.
But Theo was good. Slippery. He kept evading them.
About thirty minutes into my reading, there’s a knock at the door.
For a moment, I hope it’s Aurélie but the tour wouldn’t have been that short. More likely Élodie, itching to involve herself where she doesn’t belong.
“I’m not interested, Élodie,” I call out.
The door opens anyway.
“Oh apologies, Alpha,” Clémence says, slipping inside and closing the door behind her. “I didn’t realise it was you.”
She moves further in, ignoring the weight of my aura as it sharpens, presses.
What was it with these pushy she-wolves?
Aurélie POV
“If you could spare the time,” Alpha Quentin says kindly as he guides us through the medical centre, “would you consider extending your stay? Simon and Élodie are very fond of your children.”
Fabrice has completely lost focus now. He’s in his element, already launching into a competitive explanation of how our facilities still reign as the best in the country.
“That’s very kind of you, Alpha Quentin,” I reply warmly. “We wouldn’t want to overstay our welcome.”
“Impossible, my dear,” he chuckles. “Besides between you and me I suspect Élodie may be spending a few months in your pack herself before long.”
He wiggles his eyebrows at me, conspiratorial and amused.