ZAYDEM
I wouldn’t even pretend I wasn’t pissed at what I just witnessed; my wolf was still howling in anger. I knew I had wronged Eryna last night after kissing her and leaving her hanging, but internally it was one of the greatest battle and temptation I ever faced and it took all my control to leave, reminding myself she wasn’t mine even as my wolf fought to go back and claim her.
But the moment their betrothal was made public, it seemed like everything I thought about with her and scenarios crumbled. I told myself to forget about her, yet I found my eyes following her through the festival as I watched her get drunk throughout the night.
Her lips were tinted red with wine, her face flushed with pink, and I couldn't help but follow her lips, or when she drunkenly flicked out her sinful
