Chapter 18

Draven's POV I stood in the restaurant, telling Ryan about what had happened today. His eyes widened as I reached the end. "Wait, she's wearing that tiny dress with nothing under it?" Ryan lowered his voice, his wolf clearly interested. When he said it out loud, possessiveness surged through both me and Alaric. He growled with satisfaction, knowing Caroline was exposed that way only for her Alpha. Yet my protective instincts as pack leader kicked in—she could find herself in a compromising position when I wasn't there to guard her. Though I had shredded her underwear in our passionate moment, and even if I hadn't, my wolf still wouldn't have let her have it back. "This she-wolf is testing my control," I admitted, running a hand through my hair. "Today she seemed intent on challenging every boundary of my wolf's dominance." Ryan laughed. "Don't complain, man. You started this game. What did you expect?" I sat back in my chair, clearly upset. "I asked her to come early to play a small jo