His wolf let out another annoyed huff. He was clearly not happy with Finn’s choice of women. According to him, they had seen what this woman could do, and they were better off without her. But Finn had other ideas. There was something different about conquering a strong woman, and he was not going to let his wolf stop him from chasing what he wanted.
Anyway, not always were their wolves correct. Usually, only the alphas had a great relationship with their wolves because they were on par with their wolves. As for most of them, their wolves and their dynamics were not as simple. Some of the wolves trusted their human selves and were unusually chatty. While the others believed that they were superior to their human selves, which often led to all kinds of troubles unless their human selves conquered them.
As for his own wolf? It could only be said that he was simply indifferent. He was practical and cold.
His wolf didn’t even bother talking with him and usually conversed with huffs and snorts. Unusually, when he was scared, he would let out a whimper or two, but that was it. Of course, that didn’t mean that he couldn’t talk. He could. But he didn’t like speaking. Taking it as nothing but a waste of time. According to him, he conversed just as well with his snorts and huffs.
But that didn’t mean that they couldn’t get along.
They got along just fine.
Are you sure about that? He asked in a sour voice. The fact that I have to worry about my life because you are fixated on getting your dick inside a living bomb is concerning. I think I might just turn myself into a eunuch the next time you shift. Might as well cut the pain short; what do you say?
Upon hearing this, Finn closed his legs so fast that Tracy turned to look at him with a questioning look on her face.
And Finn, realising that he might have overreacted, shifted his position in his seat and then snapped at his wolf, You better shut up for me.
’I will if you stop acting like a dog in heat,’ snarled his wolf, who was getting tired of him.
Honestly, he couldn’t even blame his wolf for losing his temper with him. He was losing his patience with himself as well.
How could he not? Every time they drove past a park? Hotel? Woods? All he could think of was pressing this little witch and taking her. His eyes continued to find her. And damn this woman—she was a siren in a witch’s clothing, he was sure of it. When his eyes fell on her lips, he imagined her sucking him off until he was spraying his essence on her face, and when his gaze fell on her hands, he imagined her hand sliding over his length and his essence spilling down her palms. As for her bosom—
That’s it; I am done. You will make a fine eunuch, gritted his wolf.
Damn it. He completely forgot that his wolf could see what he was thinking in his mind.
He sucked in a breath. This time, he was determined that he was not going to look at her, but two seconds later, his gaze flicked up, and he was staring at her through the rearview mirror again. His gaze settled on the frown between the brows of the little witch, and he looked up to see her glaring at the stop sign. It was clear that she wanted to be somewhere very much, and everything around her was acting as nothing but an obstacle to letting her get what she wanted.

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