Kayla’s POVI closed my eyes and leaned back into the chair with a sigh. My mind flashed back to what happened in the ceremony and a bolt of anguish shot through my chest. The hopeful expression of Zane as he waited eagerly for me to turn to my wolf form had sent a wave of longing and agony through my heart, even though I kept a blank expression in my face.In the seven years since I first changed, there were several moments when I had a battle between my mind and body when I resisted the change. But before today, there had never been a day when I actually wanted to go through it. Maybe if I had stood there a bit longer, his penetrating gaze would have undone all my resolutions. I may have even forgotten the consequences of changing and the reason for why I never changed all these years. How could a man affect me this much that I was on the verge of doing something so stupid? How could I forget that it would cost me everything

 Kayla’s POVI read the file on my desk and again, a set of mischievous amber eyes flashed in my mind, distracting me. This was the third time I was reading the same paragraph without comprehending a word. I pushed the file away from me angrily and rubbed my forehead. I couldn’t even get any work done from the moment my devil of a mate left my territory. I swear the man had done some black magic on me. The effect he has on me couldn’t be natural. One moment, I was cursing him, wanting him to leave, and when he did, his face was the only thing I kept seeing everywhere. I wanted to see him again just so that I could yell at him for causing me to act like this. If I saw him again, I was going to shake him and curse him for the havoc he is wreaking on my mind. Then I would kiss his perfect pink lips and trail my hands over his toned body while clutching him close to me so- Wait! What? Where did that come from?! No

 Zane’s POV(One week later…)The moment I came back to my pack, I started missing the golden-haired temptress who was my other half. I just wanted to turn and run back to her pack, forgetting everything else just so that I could be with her. It didn’t matter that she didn’t feel the same. I mean, it would have been awesome if she missed me too, but since she didn’t, only seeing her mattered to me. Even if it was only to just bicker with her and tease her, it was enough to cool the fire in my heart. Not to forget the occasional kisses that I stole when she was expecting it the least. If only I had a few more days, maybe I could have worn her stubbornness down and saved us both from this torture… Though I wanted to go to her again, I knew it wasn’t possible. At least, not yet. I had responsibility towards my own pack. Also, I would require her permission if I wanted to visit aga

 Kayla’s POVI frowned at my image in the mirror. I was dressed in a long, sleeveless red gown with a plunging V-neck. The gown fit my body like a glove and there wasn’t even any breathing space. How did women wear this shit all the time?! My golden hair was tamed into an updo, and my lips were painted a bold red. What the hell was Stella thinking while selecting this dress and doing my makeup?I turned to Stella, who was admiring her masterpiece, aka me.“Why am I looking like a street-walker?” I snarled.She rolled her eyes at me in response. Really? I swear this getup was making her treat me without respect! The clothes I wear don’t change who I am, she better remember it!“You look elegant and gorgeous, not like a street-walker, Alpha.”“Just tell me why I can’t go as myself. What is wrong with wearing T-shirts and jeans? Why do I have

 Kayla’s POVAs I walked through the Crystal Palace, I tried to keep my jaw from dropping. But it was really hard to act unimpressed when I saw the gleaming white marble floor, crystal chandeliers that glowed with magical light, and the walls that were covered with gemstones. I did a double-take when I saw the animated waterfall scenery on the wall from which the water was falling into the ground before vanishing into nothingness. The fae sure loved to show off, didn’t they?I followed Sara as she walked with purpose towards what I assumed was the throne room. Gone was the girl who was fumbling around and joking nervously. With her graceful steps and calm demeanour, now I saw how she could be a court member. As we walked, the palace workers kept glancing at me with expressions ranging from curiosity and wonder to downright hostility. I paid them no heed and continued walking confidently. Finally, we stopped i