CHAPTER 33
Lucien’s POV:
I sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time, staring at the files on my desk. The floor-to-ceiling window behind me allowed sunlight to stream in, tingling my neck and wrist. I needed it, I craved the heat from the sunlight. It reminded me of what was to come if I dared lose control.
I could feel my bloodlust bubbling at the surface, tingling my throat and craving the warmth of crimson liquid.
“Snap out of it, Lucien.” I can’t let her find out about this. She already thinks I'm a monster. What would she do when she discovers I’m not just an ordinary wolf, and I crave the taste of human blood? There was so much at stake. I had to hold on.
I drew the black plush leather seat out and plopped carelessly into it; the chair screeched to accommodate my size.
