I couldn't take my eyes off her as she stripped. Her movements were calculated, deliberate, designed to torment me as she pulled her tank top over her head with agonizing slowness. My mouth went dry when she unhooked her sports bra, letting it fall to the dirt floor of the training ring.
"Like what you see, Alpha?" Seraphina taunted, her voice dripping with false innocence.
I remained silent, my gaze fixed on her perfect breasts. Their subtle bounce with each of her movements sent lightning through my veins. My fingers itched to touch, to claim what was mine.
No, not mine. I hated her. I needed to remember that.
But my wolf disagreed vehemently, clawing at my insides, desperate to break free.
