Evangeline’s POV
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“Princess!”, His eyes widened in horror.
“I’m having a hard time in control of my thirst. That’s why I want to know how to deal with it. I want to know the reason behind how and why I’m like this.”, I said, closing my mouth, trying to handle my anger because, at that moment, I wanted to do nothing at that time but drink his blood. “So, better tell me about mom and her pack before I drink all your blood in anger.”, I hissed.
My threat brought him back from his shock or horror state, and he blinked twice before speaking.
“But you won’t kill me, right?”
“Obviously not! Do you think I’m a killer?”
“I’m sorry.”, He apologized. “I should never have asked that question in the first place.” He muttered, shaking his head. “I can’t understand what you are going through, but
