Willow
I SWALLOW. I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN IT WOULDN'T BE THAT SIMPLE.
"What else?" "You're a flight risk. You will stay at Dom Volka, where I can keep an eye on you."
"What's Dom Volka?"
"It's the–let's call it the fortress of my pack." "Is that where you took me last night?" To sleep in your bed. To hold me all night long like we were lovers and wake me in the morning with your hand on my– "Yes." There's no more warmth or tenderness in his gaze, only an icy certainty. He steps away from me and goes to the window, looking out into the redwoods beyond. "You'll live under my roof.
Under my protection. Which means under my rule."
The floor feels suddenly unsteady beneath me. "You're making me your prisoner?"
"You'll be my guest. In a manner of speaking." A muscle feathers in his jaw, right where the deepest scar tracks. "Pack rules prevent any human who isn't a wolf's mate from living there."
