#Chapter 236 My Big Bad Wolf

I blinked the water from my eyes and realized the shadow was a wolf …a black wolf. It must have jumped onto my balcony and entered through the glass door.

“Please be Victor,” I mumbled. With my luck lately, a burglar had caught me in the shower. But I was too tired to be afraid. I’d dealt with worse than a burglar in the last few days.

I wrapped the towel around my body and flung the shower door open. In the exact second, the wolf shifted human, and my magnificently masculine fiancé stood before me in all his naked glory.

“I missed you too much to leave you and go home alone,” he apologized. “I'm wiped out and just want to hold you while we sleep.”

“But what if somebody comes into my room?” I asked. Jennifer would be shocked to find Victor in my bed.

“You could lock the door,” he suggested.

My eyes roamed over Victor’s muscular form. He was breathtaking. Every muscle was defined as if it were sculpted from granite.

His wide shoulders and broad chest tapered into lean, narrow hips. His