Chapter Seventeen

Max's POV

"Oh, Maxwell."

I couldn't get the way she had spoken my name out of my mind. I kept replaying her small, kissable lips over and over again in my head saying my name. Then the entire event of the evening played in my head too.

Alexis Diaz was as beautiful if not more than a flower petal but also as delicate. All of her actions spoke to the wolf in me and all I wanted to do was to protect her, to shield her from all the troubles in the world and hold her safely in my arms. She awoke instincts in me that I didn't even know I possessed. I had surprised myself, proposing marriage to her in the spot. Yet, after finding her, I couldn't imagine living without her for even a single day.

What was even more surprising was my growing suspicion that she had no idea she was a werewolf. How was that even possible? How had she stayed human all these years? What pack did she come from? Who were her parents? I stopped my thoughts. Those questions could wait. What was important right now was