Anne’s POV
“What motive did you have when you wore this dress Anne?” his cold voice rang out while I shifted uncomfortably tightly locked in his arms.
“I… I … nothing sir” I stuttered, already nervous. I could feel his hot breath on my face. We were so close that it would not take anything for us to actually kiss.
My breathing was rapid as his grip around my waist tightened. “There’s something about you Anne” he began as he cupped my chin. I wondered what had gotten over him. Wasn’t he disgusted by me?
“What’s that?” I asked. My voice was shaky in both tension and nervousness.
“I want to keep my distance” he paused for few seconds “but my wolf gets out of control by just your scent” he growled. I could see the frustration in his eyes as he spoke.
“I… I don’t…” I stuttered and he cut
