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ANNABELLE.

Holy fuck.

His eyes catch mine on instinct. But they don't stop on my face only, they roam over me favorably and mine do the same and trust me the sight makes my wolf pants like a bitch in the heat from how gorgeous and ethereal the man is.

His six foot three frame of pure muscle towers over. Casting absolute dominance and the sheet power that he radiates. I drag my eyes from his feet upwards and admire his perfectly sculpted face.

A straight, angular strong jawline that compliments his whole facial structure. His Adam apple bobs lowly as he swallows, the gesture flawless and undoubtedly attractive as his full pink lips tug up. The dimple on his right cheek making an appearance as he smiles at me. Goddess, those eyes of his were... enchanting.

The seemingly, emotionless gray irises stare back at mine and I completely fall under their mercy as the mere intense look he's casting me makes my throat dry and my insides turn into mush.

He moves swiftly, gracefully to the counter,