~ LAYLA ~
I hate this f*****g silence.
Waves of jealousy thrum through my veins time and time again as I fight to steady my breathing. My heart hammers in my chest, threatening to break free as I helplessly watch Kira stare at my mate in both defiance and something else I know all too well.
Desire.
Raelin is glaring at her, his jaw clenched with his barely suppressed fury.
But Kira? That f*****g shewolf is busy trailing her seductive gaze down his body, moving agonizingly slow and shamelessly lingering on his muscular arms and chiseled abdomen.
I clench my free hand into a tight fist, the urge to rip her apart almost overwhelming me. I am somehow grateful that Aunt Gaia strangely seems to be quietly holding me back right now.
But nevertheless, someone should keep that rabid shewolf
