Dylan’s POV
What was I thinking? Why did I react like that just now?
Questions wouldn’t stop running through my mind as I drove Camilla and I back home. I should be grateful she showed up but I just arrogantly got angry when she called me weak.
I’m not weak. I have never been weak for one day in my life and anyone in the Crimson Moon Pack would know that!
Taking a side glance at Camilla, I saw her rub her thighs together in frustration and I just can’t help but think if she really wants me that much.
Does she want me enough for her to allow me take her on the car hood and do what I want to her?
Shaking my head, I tried to concentrate but I couldn’t do that with Camilla’s constant rambles interrupting my thinking.
“Will you please stop talking so f*****g loud?!” I yelled, hitting the
