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Eighteen

*Rafe*

My thoughts were on her. Freya Hadid. It was now an obsession. One I could not possibly get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Every breath I took in reminded me too much of her. Her scent of vanilla and lilies, Pulling me in and dousing me like a personal brand of heroin. I couldn't get the kiss with Freya out of my mind. The softness of her lips, the intoxicating scent of her hair, the electric touch of her skin against mine. I had been trying to avoid her, but something ignited between us tonight. A fiery passion I can no longer ignore.

I replayed the moment over and over. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, compelling me to go to her, to claim what is mine. But I didn't know if she even wanted me back. She was a very hard person to read and that intrigued and frustrated me.

It had taken all the willpower I had in me to not pull her into my bed and ravish her like my wolf wanted to. I could still feel the beast within me, purring and yearning for her