This had to work, or she’d go crazy and chase a certain Wolf down like the dog he was. She’d go full-on Nala on his furry ass.He’d never know what hit him.It wasn’t the way she wanted to do things. She’d much rather he bite her because he couldn’t help himself. But if she had to use…persuasion, she’d totally go there.She made sure her blonde hair was in the perfect curly ponytail. Her green eyes were made up to highlight their deep emerald color, and her slim jeans hugged every curve. Even her tank top had been chosen to entice, the V-neck showing just the right amount of cleavage.Her boots, on the other hand, were made for kicking ass, because Charlie Lowe wasn’t the type of woman to get caught without the ability to end shit with the best of them.Honestly, she couldn’t think of what else to do. Her mate was skittish as hell, and she had no idea why. Maybe he was allergic to cats? But that couldn’t be true. His Luna was a Puma shifter and Charlie had seen him hug her without sneezing or hacking or dying.Whenever she saw him with the rest of the Pack he was a self-assured man, clowning around with others in a self-deprecating way that made her gnash her teeth in rage.
What do You think about Sorry, Charlie (Poconos Pack)?
