Chapter eighteen

AMELIA’s POV…

As our wolves called ‘mate’, I could feel my heart race even faster, and as such, I turned away from him, about to walk away, but then he pulled me back to himself, pressing my body against his, slightly as we slow danced.

I closed my eyes, what was this feeling? Goodness, this man could be a sorcerer because every minute I was with him, it was almost like I was under a spell. As he moved me from left to right, helping make sure I didn’t miss a step, I couldn’t help but feel even more attracted to him. Gosh, what sort of man was he?

I took in a deep inhale, as again, he turned me to himself, and as he turned me to himself, the first thing I took note of was those alluring lips. I gulped, staring at his lips, I recalled when the stylist was getting me ready. She had wanted to paint my lips or do whatever it was with it, but then recalling that he didn’t like my lips like that, I asked her not to and I could see the way his jaw dropped when he saw me.

Slowly, again, we sta