Chapter 45

Irene’s POV What the... Him? No way. “What did you say?” I asked. “Irene, I am the wolf king, so yea you have my permission.” He replied. His voice dipped so low, I parted my lips and my mind flashed to his picture I had seen in the magazine. It made sense now. Only a man that’s so hot– I mean tall, muscular, strong, sharp jawline and intense eyes would wield such a dangerously sexy voice. Of course I was speaking to the Lycan king. I sucked in air through my teeth and pressed my eyes shut as I recalled the wet dreams I had because of him. My heart pounded, pulse quickened, as a shot of pleasure washed through my skin. Goosepumps appeared all over my skin, I felt like I had a pool in my panties already, his voice had made me wet and it was doing shitty things to my body. “Ahh.” I bit my bottom lip as I held back a moan in my throat. “Irene, are you okay?” he asked. My eyes shot open as I turned to him. “What! No… I’m sorry. Yes, I am okay.” He chuckled. “Are you suddenly shy because I