Sister Dearest

Dragana POV

The smell of him, the smell of his breath and gentleness of the kiss he gave me this morning before we left tugged at me, hypnotized me, in fact, wanting me to turn my horse around and run to the pack house back into his arms. I’d do anything, anything to have him, to be his, even for a day. My mind was screaming for him, my body aching. The only thing which held me here was the fact that I knew he had a mate. And I could not ruin this for him. I could not deny him what every werewolf wants and deserves; a fated mate, true happiness, true love and family. It was breaking my heart, it felt as if somebody was shredding my insides and I was burning up, every step away from the packhouse, away from him. We were still in the pack lands, and as we were coming closer to the border I dreaded that moment when we crossed the border, I knew it would hurt even more. And after waking up in his arms this morning, I now knew what I wanted to deny. I was in love with Roman. Perhaps I alwa