Cross
I wanted to go back. To look into that delightful creature's hauntingly beautiful eyes. Watching her from afar had captivated me, but now that I had a taste... It was unbearable to walk away when the Alpha mutt appeared.
Perfectly imperfect.
No matter how useful she may be to my Master, I wanted her for my own selfish reasons. Claiming her as a mate would give me undeniable power when I finally took over. The Master withered: old, frail and dying. He had begun to slip at least a century ago, but over the years even past the pack wars, he had grown much weaker. Having her at my side would extend the power of our reach, cross-species. She would be my queen and give me an all powerful heir.
The intoxicating thought kept me positive as I got comfortable in my apartment.
