85: CUFFED WET DREAM

D E L I L A H

I got a really close view of her now. I could see what attracted Azriel to her in the first place. She was perfect. Everything I wasn't. I discreetly sniffed the air around her. Werewolf.

She has the brightest pair of red hair and flawless skin. She has an hourglass figure and a very thin body. Just like a model.

I felt green with jealousy looking at her and as much as I wanted to shake it off, I couldn't.

As I stood there, observing her every detail, a mixture of envy and self-doubt churned within me. It was as if all my insecurities had been magnified in the presence of this seemingly flawless woman. My mind raced, analyzing every aspect of her appearance and comparing it to my own. I couldn't help but feel inadequate, as if I could never measure up to the standard of beauty she effortlessly embodied.

“Did you hear me?” I snapped back to reality at the sound of her voice.

Plastering a fake smile on my face, I responded. “There's a Victoria secret store just around