Chapter 31

Ryley's POV

I've been sitting on the arena bleachers, watching Lyra run around like a gazelle for minutes already. Her long brown hair tied in a ponytail whips her back, while her long, slender legs propel her quickly, especially for a human.

She knows that werewolves have over-developed senses, but does she know that from these bleachers I can see every shade of her beautiful emerald eyes? She is beauty and grace incarnate... Looking at her like that, I remember that lascivious dance on that pole dance, my body instantly responding by straightening up violently.

I sigh, squeezing the bulge under my pants. When will she finally let me touch her like I want to? In front of her, I have the impression of being a teenager begging for attention, whereas I am the K alpha wolf, and that in a month I will become king of the East Coast of the United States.