Chapter 155 Mated By The Alpha Ch6

• The packhouse creaked with late-night storms. Wind rattled the shutters, thunder rolling over the black hills, rattling the bones of every wolf inside. But Therone barely heard any of it.
• Ashley’s hands were on his shoulders — smooth, practiced, desperate. Her soft mouth pressed to his throat, her perfume thick enough to choke him.
• “Alpha…” she purred, nails scraping over his chest as she straddled his lap in his dim den. “It’s been too long. Let me—”