Cal disliked leaving his bike at home tonight. He needed to show his wealth and status tonight. Tara couldn’t ride in that dress either. So, he had a driver pick them up, and he was glad he’d satisfied Tara and she’d chosen to change her panties. If her lush scent was this strong while satisfied, he’d be fighting off or killing every unmated male wolf tonight if he hadn’t. It didn’t matter whether those unmated males were allies or enemies. In his estimation, she was his and would remain so. When they finally got through the line of vehicles, an attendant opened the back door and Cal stepped out dressed in his black formal clothes. He wore his insignia of his pack, a crimson full moon embroidered on the handkerchief corner folded neatly into his pocket. Tara’s lay a little more discreetly in the neckline of her dress, after all. She was his mate and Luna. The difference at this fundraiser for Cal was the heavy media. Normally, he’d avoid events like this, opting to ca
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