The soft night breeze carried the faint scent of jasmine from Riana’s garden as she walked up the stone pathway to her home. The world was quiet, except for the rhythmic sound of her heels tapping against the ground. The kind of sound Raphael had memorised years ago.
‘The most gorgeous wolf I see’ his Wolf, Gayle whispered making him blush a little.
Every step she took, every delicate motion, made his chest tighten, his pulse quicken, and his wolf stir restlessly inside him.
Her presence always did that to him… always.
Tonight, though, the pull between them was almost unbearable. Their mate bond, once faint and fragile, now thrummed like wildfire beneath his skin. It was getting stronger every day, despite the walls she built to keep him at a distance.
He stood waiting by
