Chapter 8

I hurriedly distanced myself, not wanting him to witness the pain in my eyes as he appeared comfortable with a she-wolf I didn't recognize.

Sasha, my wolf, growls, eager to take control witnessing the lady's closeness to Kessler, but I manage to suppress her.

Turning away from that scene, I go ahead. The fragrance of flowers fills my senses, momentarily distracting me, as I walk to the source of the fragrance.

As I follow the enchanting scent, the path leads me to a stunning garden. A gentle breeze carries their sweet aroma. Inhaling deeply, I take in the fresh air.

Suddenly, a voice interrupts my thoughts.

"It's beautiful, isn't it, my lady?" The speaker has a charming smile, and I am captivated by the moment.

I gaze at him in silence, observing him. He is a young man with a natural charm. His physical traits are captivating, with his well-defined jawline. His eyes are alluring, and his tousled dark hair has a hint of rugged appeal, making it hard to look away.

He clears his throat to