"I told her to leave," I said, trying to steady my voice despite the tremble within. It wasn't easy, given how shaken I truly felt. "Are you sure that's what you want, Keera?" He whispered, his gaze intense. Before I could respond, he lifted my hand, gently trailing his fingers over his nose – the same ones that had just been intimate moments ago. My heart raced, but I held his stare. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of my desire, then brought my fingers to his lips, tenderly licking them clean. --- Keera's Perspective: For years, I clung to the belief that werewolves were nothing but nightmares, creatures that caused pain. Especially him – the one who had captivated me from the start, despite his clear disdain. He fueled my contempt for them, and I foolishly let myself get entangled with him, leading to a downward spiral. Falling for him meant breaking every boundary I had set, and discovering the shocking truth that we were destined to be mates. Grayson's Point of View: Before I even laid eyes on her, I despised the idea of a werewolf-human connection. The taboo against our kind mating with humans was unbreakable. Yet, she changed everything. When I found out she was my mate, I knew I couldn't let her go. Even surrendering my alpha position became a viable option, because deep down, I sensed she felt the same powerful bond.
