Alessia.
" Who is it?"
"Who are you in love with?" He snapped, his eyes hoovering just above my throat, more like he wanted to choke a confession out of my throat.
His eye colour assumed a shade darker, red, and scary. He was losing control to his wolf. Fear coursed through my veins as I stared at his bared fangs...
Looking at him, I felt hurt and humiliated.. There were no traces of the man that I had been sharing the same bed with for the past few months. And the warm and gentleness that had been accompanying him all along? It felt like an illusion..
No wonder they called him ruthless and cold. Now that I was on the receiving end of his anger, I knew what it truly felt like to be suppressed, to be pushed into a corner.
So, it was not only the queen who was afraid that I would f
