Layla’s POV
I tried running away from him, and I saw him again, this time he was before me even in the darkest of night, I could detect him, his aura, scent, charm, and all I thought of was why?.
“ why?” I asked, he walked closer to me every inch of me felt the wrath of his closeness, it burned with desire, there was no way I could stand to be this close, no werewolf had been made to feel this separation and those who were blessed with the misfortune died afterward.
Death wasn’t an option, I did it for me, but now all I felt was regret, I placed my palm on his chin, to feel the divinity of his touch and he held my Palm on his chin, I shivered, “ I don’t know what else you want Layla, go to your room.” he whispered.
His words were like praises to my soul, and I wanted him to say more.
