Chapter 9
Elion Moore.
My body protested with each step I took.
Every stride felt like a punishment. Felt like torture.
The further I went, the heavier my legs became.
By the Goddess, I wanted to return to her room, her arms, her warmth.
But I kept matching, even if every step felt like I was stepping on tiny shards of glass.
The moment I got to my room, I slammed the door, so hard the hinges shook.
My breath came out in pants. Ragged. Furious. Hungry. Suffocating.
My chest rose and fell rapidly like my heart was about to burst out.
My eyes flashed red in rage.
My growls reverberated throughout the room.
I stood panting hard like a beast going feral. Going crazy.
And it was because of her.
Amber.
My c**k doubled in size at the thought of her name. Her scent. Her
