Chapter 130 Not Jealous, But Territorial

• ​The shower room was filled with rising steam, the hot water falling on both Elara and Alpha Fenris. He had her backed against the glass wall, trapping her with his massive, predatory form. His hands rested on the wall on either side of her head, while hers were firmly planted on his damp chest.
• ​“Mmm, this feels right,” Elara murmured as she traced the hard ridges of his solid chest. He glanced down at her, a dark smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
• ​“Like what you see, little wolf?” he whispered, his voice vibrating through her. He moved one hand to tangle in her wet hair, pulling her head back. She smirked, her hand sliding down his abdomen.