It was an excuse. He had used that to make her stay a little longer. The reason—he had no idea.
Lucas glanced up at Lylah, who started scrubbing the corner where she had begun. Her face contorted into a frustrated expression.
A pang of guilt hit his chest. Had he gone too far? The little wolf looked as though she wanted to cry.
Her lips parted, brows creased, and the loose part of her hair that was tied into a bun stuck to her neck and forehead due to sweat.
He didn't understand why he was doing this. She was stubborn, talkative, and said whatever came to her mind. A rebellious little wolf who never listen to him.
She even dared to ask for a kiss… that night her words strangely lingered in his head.
She easily got under his skin—but in an amusing way.
She was the strangest young wol
