The Alpha Hunt: Wolf Shapeshifter Menage Romance (Taking Two book 3)
“Richard’s fingers tightened around the crystal glass, filled with whiskey and ice, as he glanced at the man he was supposed to call “father”. The word never sat right on his tongue, not even when he was a boy but with his sweeping grey hair and sharp, narrow nose, Gregor was his father. He'd turned his mother, mated with her, and given Richard life and title. It was because of him that Richard could call himself a high-born werewolf and reap the benefits without consequence.
Gregor maneuvered through his study with an intimidating grace native only to him. His long limbs were hidden beneath a black robe that swept across the carpet as he made his way from the door to the fireplace.
“Her scent will linger,” Richard said, knocking back his drink. “They always do.”
Gregor took a seat on the edge of an armchair. His pale, spindly fingers curled into the leather as his nostrils flared and he inhaled the lingering scent of Francesca, wafting from Richard’s skin.
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