Ryka
I knew I shouldn’t have stayed. I deluded myself into thinking I did it to report back to Dylan, but with this weight sitting firmly on my chest and this desperate need to tear that wolf apart, it became suddenly clear why I was still standing here outside the door. I’d fallen in love with my King’s woman.
Thinking back, I tried to pinpoint the moment things started to shift, but it had been steadily growing as I accompanied her later night escapades to find answers on her daughters’ whereabouts.
Turning my head towards the window, I closed my eyes as I heard her scream. My instinct was yelling at me to run inside and break them apart incase she was screaming in pain and not pleasure, yet I couldn’t make my legs move in any direction.
Grinding my fangs, I tasted blood as I pier
