Hello, little mate

“Hello, little mate," a sweeter, deeper, huskier voice murmurs near my earlobe, making me shiver with delight at how sensual his voice is.

His aura is distinct. His voice is deeper than the king’s, but it is also more dangerous, deeper, huskier, and manly than Miller’s.

"Hello, my name is Demon, Miller Lycan Wolf," he greets me.

"Hello." I shudder in terror, expecting him to hurt me like that jerk.

"Oh, don’t be afraid, my little wolf. I am not like him, and I am sorry he is treating you this way," he says quietly, moving me closer to him.

"Stay away from me!" I scream.

"I like being around you. You’re mine," he says, tenderly biting my earlobe. I take a step back and shove him away. "No," I answer emphatically. "I don’t belong to you." He has a sad expression on his face as he looks at me.

When he takes a step closer, my gaze is drawn to him. He is staring down at me with an intense gaze. Under his intense gaze, my body squirmed. He takes a step closer to me.

"MINE!" he growls posses