God save her from annoying Alphas.

I gave you sympathy. *I* want sympathy!" "Are you kidding me? You have the sexiest man on the planet wanting you. You're getting laid regularly. No sympathy for you!

He knew he had no right to touch her, crave her like air, but he did both. And when he put his mouth on hers, he recognized the taste of her, like she'd been made just for him.

A thong. God bless the thong. He hooked his fingers in the silk sides and tugged, rolling the silk down her legs until it hit the floor, his favorite place for panties.

Honest to God, she was the noisiest woman he'd ever been shot at with.

...But the problem is, people tend to assign you the role of the person you are at your worst, you know?

Why, so you can charm my panties off again?