Maxwell’s POV
She’s my fated mate, I nearly can’t believe it.
I admit, the thought of possessing her has crossed my mind before. But the urge wasn't this powerful then. My plan was to give her a better fate, a respectable position as a healer in my pack.
It's one of the reason I don't bother with a disguise tonight. There was no need. I assumed our paths would barely cross again. Her knowing I'm Maxwell was supposed to be irrelevant.
But now... she is my fated mate.
Her scent is intoxicating, pulling me in. My eyes are locked on her, and my c**k is completely hard.
I will claim her. I will f**k her senseless until she begs for me to be tender.
And I want her to be my Luna, if she truly has the capacity.
But what did she said? She said she would run for her life if the brutal Maxwel
