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BookTok loves this scene from Carnage Island ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐: “Sit,” he demands, talking to me like a dog. Which I would normally be pissed about, but my wolf is behaving like an untamed canine, so his treatment is probably deserved. My wolf huffs, ignoring his command. And tries to leave the shower instead. He grabs me by the scruff to pull me back. “Oh, no, you don’t. You’re filthy from that cage and the ocean. And since you refuse to let your human take over, I’m bathing you.” He uses his grip to force my eyes to his. “And if you’re a good girl, I may even brush you.” I shiver inside. Something about that promise feels so… intîmate. He releases my scruff to stroke a hand down my neck to my throat. “I see you in there, little one,” he whispers, his intense blue eyes holding mine. “I know your wolf has taken over. We’ll help you regain control.” His soft voice soothes some ache deep inside me. Until I remember his name. Tieran Black. The monster who slaughtered his mate. His eyes narrow as though he can read my mind. Or maybe he can smell my fear. Rather than comment on it, he guides my wolf beneath the water again and proceeds to bathe her. She yelps and growls a few times, but he doesn’t snarl back like before. He just runs his fingers through my fur, massaging a woodsy scent into my coat. It reminds me of pine trees. I want to inhale it, to bathe in it, but my wolf is too busy sputtering as the water touches her snout. She is not a fan of this experience at all, not understanding the intimacy of having an Alpha take care of her, or respecting his patience as he rinses away the suds. She just keeps yipping at him. Which earns her a rap on the nose. “Quiet, errant one.” I almost snort. Because I’ve called her that once or twice already. “I will never understand why the Nantahala Wolves choose to suppress their females for so long,” he mutters, making me freeze inside. You know what I am? “If you’d been raised in my pack, you would have started shifting around age five. We consider our animal forms sacred, and we embrace them at a young age to avoid the possibility of disassociation.” He turns off the water to grab a towel. “But I suspect your males do this as a way to control you. To make sure you have to rely on them to be one with your beast.” My wolf growls a little as he starts patting her down, clearly not appreciating the manhandling. He sighs and spreads the towel out on the floor. “Want to dry yourself, then?” he asks, standing. She stares at the offering, allowing me to see the splash of white cotton against the obsidian marble floor. Then she dives into it as though she expects it to be a big fluffy cloud and starts rolling around, happily scenting herself off his towel. The Alpha chuckles, clearly amused. “Well, as sad as it makes me to see a shifter be so far separated from her animal, I’ll admit you’re kinda cute.” My wolf huffs. “Very cute,” he corrects, squatting to rub my now exposed belly. “Are you going to let me brush you, pet?” Continue in KU Here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B091BRB7TS

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