Page 52 of Trapped with the Werewolf (Mate Hunt 3)

My wolf’s head didn’t move from where it was snuggled against Rocco.

Elliot, Zed, Ebony, and Ford stood in the doorway, staring at us for a moment.

Rocco’s arms tightened around my wolf, though I was confident he was still asleep.

“Are you hungry?” Elliot asked my wolf.

She considered it, and then nodded a bit.

“We’ll get some food cooking. Just growl if you need anything,” the alpha said, flashing us a small grin before he and the others left the doorway.

Rocco seemed to relax a bit when they were gone, and I couldn’t help but wonder how much of the werewolves’ possessiveness was just plain old instinct.

And, if it was instinct, how would we fight it to maintain a platonic relationship?