The Wolf’s Billionaire by Layla Silver

I’m the only one in the pack without a single wild gene.
A she-wolf without the rough animal nature.
A she-wolf without a destiny, without a mate.
Because the kind of love I dream of doesn’t exist.
But tonight I want to pretend.
I want to go to the bar and be anyone but me.
To wear the nice dress and have a real drink.
To flirt with an absolute stranger.
He smells like the outdoors, rich and heady and male.
He looks like an angel or a god and is certainly too good to be real.
He is stupidly rich and far too flawless to be an ordinary human.
My own personal Prince Charming.
If only for tonight.