Ethan’s POVI could still taste her.Her beauty was next to none, and now the taste I’d gotten of her was equally unrivaled in comparison to all the she-wolves I’d ever been with over the years. I didn't think it was possible for my mind to me completely occupied with thoughts of a woman, but all I could think off for days was my mate and her alluring body.After having one taste of her, I wanted so much more, I wanted to be the only one that was opportune to enjoy the blissful sounds of her moans and her intoxicating scent that drove me wild me with pleasure.How was she so unbelievably perfect?The only place I wanted to be was buried in between her legs while she wrapped them around my neck and I drowned in her juices. I hadn't gotten a release and yet I felt so fucking fulfilled by simply watching her tremble as she got hers, and it was inarguably the most beautiful sight I’d ever been a witness to in all my life.Since then, I’d continuously craved her presence but it seemed like

Layla’s POVMy head was whirling with thoughts of the last experience I had with Ethan even though it had been days since it happened. I felt as though it’d be impossible to get him out of my head no matter how hard I tried, and I’d slowly begun to feel helpless each time my mind assaulted me with memories of how he’d touched me and left me feeling shaken from the depths of my being.Countless times, I tried my hardest to push the thoughts out of my mind completely but to my utmost despair, they didn't budge and only kept torturing me day in and out. Like that wasn't horrible enough, there was also a dark part of me that absolutely enjoyed reliving those memories, so much that it made me desperate for a repeat of it sometimes.And god, did I hate that I had no control over those recurring dark urges.The worst part of it all was the guilt and shame that engulfed me whenever I thought of how I was betraying Alpha Arnold by nursing such unbecoming feelings for the man that was currently

Ethan’s POVFuck, she was beyond perfect.Her body was heaven, if one even existed that could surpass or be compared to her ravishing body. My lips sought to desperately taste every inch of her glorious body of it's own accord and I didn't see the need to hold back.Each time my lips made contact with her beautiful and supple skin, it felt like a chain of mind uttering explosions had been set off in my head. I was been driven wild with a desire that only her could ever trigger and I didn't mind it one bit, instead I wanted to drown in it for all of eternity.At first when I’d moved over to inquire about her odd white hair strands, I had no intentions of getting sexual with her, I didn't even want to touch anything other than the hair on her head. However, my body had a mind of its own and the second I realized how distracting and dangerous seducing her body was at such a close proximity, I couldn't stop myself from touching her.It was like my body and hers were drawn together by an a

Layla’s POVShivers tormented my entire being as a new wave of shame took over me as I realized what I’d just done again.What my lack of resilience and my unruly hormones had caused.I couldn't believe that I’d allowed Ethan touch me in more intimate ways than Alpha Arnold ever did, I couldn't believe that I’d let him turn me into a moaning and whimpering mess mere minutes after I was trying my hardest to resist him, I felt like everything that’d just unfolded from the second he subdued me sexually to the moment he left my chambers was an out of body experience.There's no way I was the one who’d gone through all of that, it was terribly chaotic and I could swear that my head was splitting in two as I tried to make sense of it all.Wasn’t it horrible enough that I’d fallen into Ethan’s seductive web again? Did the moon goddess have to worsen matters by allowing Alpha Arnold walk in on us at the worst possible moment? Why couldn't it have been anyone else?Asides the overwhelming sham

Ethan’s POVAn actual day had gone by, yet it still mattered.I was never one to care about people's feelings or opinions of me no matter how truthful they were being, I was somehow one of the rare people who had an iron clad shield from emotions and I never gave a shit about anything.But for the first time in my life, It mattered to me what someone thought of me.It mattered so much that all I could see whenever I closed my eyes were my mate’s haunted and hateful stare when she ordered me to leave her chambers by threatening to hurt herself. She’d sincerely admitted that she’d rather hurt herself than by touched by me, she’d implied that I disgusted her so much that she’d rather choose death.For a person who’d lived a curse that came with an unquenchable hunger for blood, I was used to being stared at like a monster and being called one, or even treated like a beast. They’d say the most vile things to me and it would bounce off me without meaning anything.However, this time around