PENTHOUSE PRINCESS VS. THE TROLL NEXT DOOR
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He was my late best friend’s younger brother. I’m no saint, and I certainly didn't have some grand maternal instinct. I took him in on a whim because he looked like a kicked puppy at the funeral, and I had the space to feed him.
I never expected that the skinny kid I dragged home would grow up to be such a wolf.
A wolf who currently has me marked as his target.
