Dishing faults

Author's POV

Almost yanking off the door handle, Leila stormed into the study her father sat in. Fuming hard, her wolf reared its head and her heartbeat raced at a very dangerous pace. Jesse stood up hurriedly from the chair, his eyes darting around the room. Wondering what got his daughter so worked up.

“What's wrong, angel?” Jesse inquired, holding out her hand.

Leila sniffed, her lips shaky. Every muscle inside of her boiled with anger. Seeing Carl pace around the house like nothing happened between them, had her ego really bruised, and her anger was on the rise due to his persistent refusal to give in to her demands. The whole of her craves for him.

She had thought having a long intense sex with Declan would erase Carl's memory, instead it felt like Leila would never get enough as long as it's not Carl.

“I want them out of this house, dad!” She screamed.

Jesse took a deep breath, he gets exhausted of Leila's tantrums most times. And he couldn't blame her for something he had