(Isabella’s POV)
Every muscle in my body tightens. “I’m sorry, you want me to what?” I ask with widened eyes. “I’ll remind you that our contract clearly states there will be no s*x. This is non-negotiable, Santiago. We must stick to the agreement. You can make other requests, but…not this one. I’m not a prostitute.”
Santiago looks down on the ground.
I can’t help but notice that his face is ever so slightly red.
“Look, it’s not about s*x. Ever since Layla and I divorced, my wolf…he goes feral.”
I didn’t anticipate this response. “Feral?” I ask with furrowed eyebrows. “I don’t understand, I’ve never heard of this before.”
“Without the comfort of a mate, a werewolf can go feral. It’s blinding, all consuming rage. The wolf loses himself, takes over. I shift, It’s dangerous for everyone
