Lionel's POVI flew back to LA for the Ironclaw Pack Gathering hosted by my father, Alpha Drogo.But here's the kicker - I didn't tell a soul from the pack about my whereabouts. Only my Beta knew I was holed up in this overpriced hotel suite.I'd just stepped out of the shower, towel around my hips, reaching for my cigarettes and that bottle of Cabernet when my door burst open.I walked there and saw a drunken woman standing there, her steps unsteady.She was clearly wasted.I frowned, about to tell her to leave—I didn't want any trouble ruining my night.Before I could say anything, she stumbled into me.Her palms slid across my abs like she was checking for six-pack authenticity.My body responded before my brain could - typical werewolf biology."Damn, you're easy on the eyes," I growled, catching her wrists. "Wrong room?"But she didn't seem to hear me. She kept trying to get closer, mumbling something incoherent.I tried to push her away, but she suddenly tripped me, and I lost m
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