Alita
" What the f**k?" The she-wolf shouted, displeasure written all over her face.
My face felt heavy and hot. Shame crawled through my skin, nibbling it gently, reminding me of my impulsive behaviour. I had never counted myself as the impulsive type. I was always calm, collected, dignified, and graceful. Facing everything with a formal smile, thinking before acting, yet, here I was...
There were a handful of things that could make me lose composure, and recently, The Apha Prince, my brother, had been added to the list.
There was something about him. Something about the way his presence affected me. His eyes held a spell in them, a spell so strong that I could never fight its pull. An unknown fire always burned my body whenever we crossed paths. His presence near me aroused deep an
