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about Rowan screamed leader, so it was shocking he wasn’t an alpha. He had one of the sternest voices she’d ever heard and something about that made her even wetter. She imagined him barking commands to her, ordering her to take off her clothes and lie down on the bed. She imagined he was very forceful in bed, a man who took control and manhandled his love interest. She had never been with a man who had his way in bed, they all just lay there and made her do all the work. It would be different with Rowan—he would be in control.
    What am I thinking? she thought, stepping away from the window. He’s a fucking werewolf, and he’s holding me captive. I can’t sleep with that!
    He wasn’t just holding her captive, he had claimed her. Something about his phrasing, the innate animalism of the phrase, sent her over the edge with arousal.
    A sly smile crossed her face. Could she really masturbate here in someone else’s home? In her captor’s home?
    She walked back to the bed, slipping her pants off as she crawled into it. She stared at the ceiling for several minutes, teasing her warm folds through her thin, cotton panties. Thoughts of Rowan ripping his uniform off and growling at her danced through her head. His body was amazing with clothes on, and she could only imagine the hard lines that mapped his body, forming each bulging muscle. It was too much—Eva couldn’t tease herself anymore. She started with one hand, squeezing one of her large breasts, the other hand slowly rolling down her stomach, finding its way to her panty line. Her fingers wedged their way under the band of her panties, aiming for the inviting warmth and wetness of her body. She was almost there, ready to release all her pent-up anger and frustration, when a booming knock caused her to sit straight up in fear. Someone was banging on her bedroom door, trying to get her attention.
    She quickly ran to the window, looking out at the driveway. Rowan’s truck was gone. He had left while she lay in bed. Who could be at the door?
    She quickly slid her pants on and tip-toed to the door, leaning against the frame. “Who is it?”
    “My name is Rain,” the voice on the other side of the door said. “I live across the street. I’m in Rowan’s pack.”
    Eva sighed and opened the door, banging the back of her head against the wall. After the stress of the last twelve hours she really needed that release.
    The room instantly lit up as a tall, lean, muscular, black-haired beauty strutted in. She was wearing tight-fitting blue jeans that did nothing to hide the curve of her ass. Up top she wore a black tank top that showed off perfectly rounded shoulders and small but perky breasts. Her face made her body look average by comparison. She had large jade eyes that almost entranced you when you looked at them. They fit perfectly with her bright smile and long, thin face. If there was a dictionary definition for model, then Rain’s picture would be right next to it.
    Why are all these werewolves so good looking? Eva wondered. Even the rugged, feral-looking men of the council each had their own charm and appeal. She hadn’t seen a woman yet who didn’t look like she should be on a beach somewhere being photographed for Sports Illustrated , but Rain made them all look ugly in comparison.
    “So you’re the famous Eva,” Rain said, her smile not going away.
    “In the flesh,” Eva replied.
    Normally a bombshell like Rain would intimidate Eva heavily, but she felt nothing but peace with her. There was something about this wolf, something calming. Eva couldn’t help but smile at her.
    “I’m excited to show you around!” Rain said, stepping forward and pulling Eva into a tight embrace. She was strong, unnaturally strong, and Eva had trouble breathing in her grip.
    “Ouch,” Eva said, feeling her back pop up and down like she was at the chiropractor.
    “Oh, sorry,” Rain said, releasing her quickly. “I forget how delicate humans are.”
    I’m not that