Summer POV

“Ezra,” I moaned against his lips.

“That’s Alpha Ezra to you,” he responded.

Ezra held me over the bed as he dominated my lips and caressed my ass. I moaned and lost myself in his embrace. Why did I want to stop seeing him again? Because I have a fugitive and curse marks on my back!

“Ezra, stop.”

“Are you scared your Father will find us? He’s not here.”

“What?”

“I made him check out the border in the west of the pack. It’s just us.”

“Yeah, us and his ...