Roman

I knew Sawyer would begin pegging me with questions the moment we were alone. There was no way for me to force his pups to stay with us after Samara left and they went to find their friends. Rather than fight it, I pulled on Pierce’s strength to stay calm and I followed Sawyer to his office.

He, like always, sits behind his desk like he’s the fucking king of the pack. It always sat wrong with me before. I’m his friend, his ‘brother’. But he always put the distance of the desk ...