Chapter 18

Celia

For a moment, he just held me in his gaze, his eyes caressing my skin and a delicate shiver of pleasure worked its way up my core and shot straight up toward my heart, making it flutter wildly.

“What do you propose?”

He asked while tilting his head to the side.

I know he was teasing me but damn that tease was making me feel flushed and worked up.

“I…I...I do not know how to thank you for saving my life”

I swallowed and lowered my head, not knowing what else to say.

“That bastard had it coming for him. I should have twisted his neck right then, back at the hall when he had spoken such nonsense about you.”

About me?

Did the prince really care about me?

Or was it his own reputation that had been tarnished in the process that he actually worried about?

“Well, forget about that for now. You belong to the Brightwood pack don't you?”

He asked and I was surprised at the abrupt change of topic.

“I…I do”

“Hmm, then I have heard rumors of some witches tricking some werewolves into thinking