*~ Hazel's POV ~*
He was coming closer… closer than I could comprehend. And Flora..my damn new wolf…was encouraging it.
No….And damn it..yes.
I wanted it. I wanted him. I wanted him to jump on me and claim me as his. I wanted him to slide into me and treat me like his wife..just like he always called me.
And as if the babies could hear the storm boiling in my chest, Heather let out a sudden cry.
I rushed to her, grateful for the distraction. "I need to breastfeed her," I said quickly, my voice breathless. "Can you leave?"
He let out a low, guttural growl… but he turned and walked out.
I sighed, pressing my hand to my chest. My heart was racing..fluttering like a trapped hummingbird in my ribs.
Damn it.
Mate. Mate. Mate.
Flora was screeching inside my head like she'd lost her mind. I almost wanted to grab her by the throat and throw her out of my body.
What the hell did she mean she wanted Cyrius?
Can't she see…feel..the marks already on my neck?
