Emmanuelle walked furiously towards her house. She was horrified by what had happened. Dark thoughts filled her mind and froze her heart.
Her beloved was following her at a distance of ten steps under the order she had given him. Harry's mind was entirely focused on her.
She still shivered as she thought of Harry's cold, murderous stare. There had been no spark of warmth when she had confronted him.
Moreover, he had only looked at her and had not even spoken a word when she had f*******n him to touch her.
Emmanuelle knew that it was his wolf who had acted on impulse. But by the way her beloved had looked at her, she realized that he had no regrets.
Harry was following her, his mind in perfect sync with his wolf at the moment. She had ordered him to stay back, very good. He did not wa
