Dorothy's POV
I refuse to ask directions to the packhouse. That insufferable Alpha is probably back there smirking at my expense, despite the fact that I just spent considerable effort reconstructing his shattered leg. Part of me considers marching back and undoing all my careful work.
Ivy floods my mind with images of Joseph's naked form from the forest clearing.
I was concentrating on his medical condition, I tell her firmly.
She shifts the mental picture, zooming in on Joseph's impressive anatomy. Even in its relaxed state, his size is remarkable.
You have to appreciate a well-built Alpha, Ivy practically purrs with satisfaction.
You are being completely unhelpful right now.
Oh please, Dorothy. You know you find this thrilling. When did someone last truly match your intellect? I find him appealing. He possesses genuine confidence, she grins wickedly.
I dismiss my wolf's commentary and keep walking forward.
Please tell me you can locate this packhouse, I say to her.
