Chapter 929

　　By the time the wild storm finally cleared, Tabitha felt completely wrecked. Forget getting out of bed—she could barely lift a finger without her bones feeling like they were snapping. 　　"Lycan Algernon is going to be stuck dealing with those old Rios foxes all day," Derek said, his voice husky and mesmerizing as his massive frame pressed down over her again. "Which is perfect. You can stay right here and focus on me." 　　Tabitha panted, resting limply against his chest, which felt as solid as a shield. Her body was soft and trembling, still coming down from the waves of intense pleasure that had just hit her over and over. 　　She used what little strength she had left to poke his hard chest, muttering irritably, "I remember you used to be so controlled. Back in the pack, you were famous for being this cold, abstinent Alpha. Since when did you become so completely insatiable?" 　　Back then, whenever Derek sat on his throne, he practically radiated a "stay back" vibe. 　　Even at home, his