Alpha Callisto stood beside Cassandra's bed, watching her sound asleep, a storm of emotions brewing in his chest.
His hands itched to reach out to her, not to caress her head but to choke her.
That was true. He wanted to choke her and ask how she could be so dumb.
For a recently awarded Gamma she-wolf, she was quite careless tonight. If he hadn't reached there in time, if he hadn't gone to her room, if he hadn't brought her to the doctor in time…
The number of what-ifs swirling in his head was more than what he thought about in an entire year.
All because of her.
‘You know, glaring at her won't make her wake up and kiss you.’ Sylas's voice echoed in his head, snapping him out of his thoughts, and the man rolled his eyes.
“What nonsense are you spouting? Who wants to kiss her?
