Chapter 22. He Wants the Heir

I stared up at him curiously. He wasn't that bad of a Wolf. We'd found some common ground during our conversations-now that we were no longer discussing rubbing Leander's cum all over my body. Amazing how well two people could communicate when leaving that out.

"What is it?" I peered up at him.

"Hold up your hair."

Now I was even more confused but reached to hold my hair away from my neck.

"Good. Turn around."

I turned and was shocked to feel him release the locking mechanism on the collar. It slipped off my neck into his hands.

When I turned back around, I stared intently into his eyes. "Does Leander know you're doing this?" Leander had been pretty clear on the purpose of the collar, to detour me from getting into a fight. He knew without my ability to shift and my Moon-given strength, I wouldn't be stupid enough to take on whoever got in my way in order to escape. I was almost certain Leander wouldn't approve of removing the collar and wondered