Shyla's POV:
I sat there, frozen in fear, waiting for him to lose control and wreak havoc, proving the rumors about his crazy wolf true. My heart was pounding as I held my breath. His canines gradually lengthened as he leaned in closer. His spicy aroma was intoxicating, making me feel drunk."Mine," he growled so softly that I almost missed it. His eyes were fixated on mine, analyzing my expression.
"Mine," he repeated louder this time.
"O-oh, okay," I stammered, my voice trembling in disbelief as I felt my heart race. What could I possibly say to a furious alpha, his eyes ablaze with anger and a dark twisted desire? I was painfully aware of my vulnerability at that moment, wishing I could disappear altogether. I could almost hear the primal instincts of his wolf slowly coming to the s
