Chapter 14: Under the Impression

Gwy's POV

I whimpered a lot the whole time. Not because I feel so violated by the fact that Devon is kissing me, but because my body wanted it so badly.

My body is betraying me. It's starting to abandon my beliefs and my convictions as an Eastern Shaman.

Who am I kidding? No matter how much I convict myself with the fact that I'm a Solus Lupus, I'm no better than anyone else in this world. I'm a female werewolf. It's impossible not to fall for someone like Devon.

As I tried to know him better with the help of other pack members in Black Dew, I came to realize how vulnerable the female population could be to his charm. And I'm one of the population who would throw myself begging for his touch.

I moaned as his kisses deepened. His touch started to travel down to my navel. And just as I was anticipating his next move, he suddenly broke off and stood up. His face gloomed in sweat and disdainfulness.

"Get out," he coldly said.

"W-what?"

"I'm done with you. Aren't you thankful?" He smirked.