MAKARIOS’ POV
My cruel little mate possessed a scent I had spent my entire life yearning for. I could never endure being near her without touching her. Yet, when I was away from her, her image and scent filled every one of my senses.
Especially after last night, I couldn't stop thinking about the tears I had caused. It seemed to have an effect on the wolf within me, something I didn't fully understand. I only knew I had to do everything in my power to ensure those tears never fell again.
I had been staring into her green eyes for a long time. Her scent had been teasing my nose for quite a while. However, I didn't have the urge to tear her apart.
Last night I did, but not now.
My only impulse was to pin her down and be inside her—to remind her exactly who I was. That damn Draco had no
