MAGNUS POV
THE clocks are ticking and the cold water that’s burning my skin is somewhat making me feel numb. I look at myself in front of the mirror, cold steam slowly fogging the glass walls of the shower room, but I couldn’t shake my wolf heat even though I already tried everything.
“Tsk! Damn!” I curse and more.
While gritting my teeth in frustration that builds up that then pushes me to punch the mirror. Breaking it into sections, yet I could still see the lust and burning heat in my eyes from my wolf.
‘WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? WHY AREN’T YOU TAKING HER AWAY RIGHT NOW.’ My wolf demanded, getting wild by each passing moment and tormenting me with this lust.
I cover half of my face with the palm of my left hand, while looking at the reflection of my right eyes that is hungry
