Ruslan had a storm brewing in him. The only idea of marking her, Rosamund, was in itself making him feel high. He was intoxicated at the idea, he craved it so much that it took everything in him to stop reaching out to her and mark her then and there. Goddess! He was a starved man and suddenly he was shown an oasis in the middle of the dessert. The mirage it portrayed made him sway, dizzy from need. But that oasis, that mirage, was a step away and he could not walk forward without a signal or else he would devour and destroy the oasis without even one single thought. He was too damn needy for anymore constraints. This obsession that he had with Rosamund, didn’t start just now. Ruslan looked into the blue-green eyes of hers, the depth of such a spectacular sea, enclosed in her pupils, had m
