17

“Good to see you again, Isla. I see you have met King Lycan Max.” My uncle Ed gave me a nod and walked off in the opposite direction. I watched him go, feeling confused.

Why did he seem so off?

That was not like him at all.

Max was still staring at me like he wanted to pounce and claim me.

“I need to finish discussing some important things with your uncle. Would you accept my apologies and allow me to take you out to dinner?” He bowed down to me, took my hand and kissed it gently. Then looked up at me with a smile on his face.

Goddess he was so handsome, and I could not even bring myself to say no to him.

Why would I want to?

How could anyone want to freely turn him down when he looked so good, so delicious and oh goddess I was going to lose my mind over this male.

Cleo was so happy that we had been blessed with such a lovely looking second chance mate.

He seemed so different compared to Miller. In so many ways. He was nothing like that shame faced loser.