Chapter 25- Leaving

When it came to women, Sage and his wolf were all in agreement: Sophie Savannah was f***ing mesmerising. And he couldn't deny it; there was no denying it either.

He refuted his feelings before, but now he couldn't. There was nothing on earth that could stop him from making Sophie his woman. Especially now that there was something in her that made his wolf scream, though he couldn't find any traces of a truemate bond, but Sage knew there was something in them that even magic or anything else could not refute.

Her olive-green eyes, framed by thick coal-black lashes, captivated him just as much as he remembered. Every ounce of blood in his body had rushed to his cock the moment they locked eyes with him. Lust had blasted through him with a disconcerting force, leaving him a little shaken. He wished he could lap at that soft olive skin. Wanted to cup those high, shapely breasts in his hands. I wanted to weave that smooth frappuccino drape around his fist while he ate with that full mouth.