Prominent rock-hard jaw bones...Steely ebony eyes...Flaring nostrils...Pursed lips...Deadly aura...And lastly, eerie silence... His eyes were relentlessly transfixed on my perplexed form and as seconds passed, I could almost feel his gaze dig into me like sharp knives. It had been a while since I last saw him with an expression half as overwhelming as this one... but I know for sure that this is wayyy worse than I'd ever seen. Frankly, that stare alone told me that I might've said a bit too much. And maybe I also acted out of character ALOT. Simply put...I overreacted and mindlessly showcased my scars for his eyes to see. But oddly, despite being ashamed, it didn't feel half as bad as when my dad caught me crying in the backyard when I was a child. And neither did it feel as bad as when mom saw me playing with a Barbie doll instead of loading guns.With Kasan, everything hits so irritatingly different. "You're right." His sharp words drew my attention back to his glacial eyes

The sweet, melodic sound of the piano was resounding through the whole house and I hummed along quietly as I sat beside the bed, picking at the food that Nate had brought me not too long ago. I had been staying cooped up in this very room for over three days. My bum was aching and I wasn't really surprised considering the fact that I had been in this same sitting position for three straight hours. And despite that, I haven't even ate half of the food. I don't want to eat, but I'm pretty sure Kasan would create a fuss over it if I leave the plate untouched. He's become so fucking dramatic and overbearing ever since I asked him to release Lucas.He obviously didn't want to do it, and I didn't think he would, but these past three days, I've personally heard his voice coming from the living room every once in a while. That's one of the reasons why I don't want to go out. It's all too overwhelming. Besides, I don't think I would be able to live with myself if I got anxious in front of al

"Well then..." He said, finally managing to unbutton his pants and roll it down his thighs. His fully erect rod came into full view. "Let's see you put it in, princess."He wants me to put it in? Pfft! He's talking as if he's sure I can't do it. Does he think I'm one of those stupid virgins who's scared of monstrous cocks? Nah, that's bullshit. Sucking in a breath, I reached my hand down and intruded into his pants which barely hung to his waist. The tip of my index finger merely brushed what I was 100% sure was a thick vein on his cock and then to my surprise, Kasan's breath hitched and it instantly throbbed against my fingers. Grinning, I wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed hard...not enough for him to feel pain, but tight enough for him to pulse with need. I glanced up at him for a split second just so I could throw him a smug look but the erotic expression present on his face had me immediately discarding my mission and taking a second glance. His pupils were dilated, his

Moments later, we were both naked in bed, one of Kasan's arm tucked beneath my head with his fingers playing with the strands of my hair while the other held me closer by the waist. This endlessly awkward silence, awkward position and awkward proximity were all getting me flustered for some reason but I was too tired to even complain. It's pathetic of me to even be flustered at all considering all the things we just did, but then again, his body felt so incredibly warm and cozy against mine. I don't think I wanna move anytime soon and I couldn't if I wanted to either. His hold was unbreakable and my legs were practically jelly!When was the last time I've been so cuddly with any other guy than Kasan? From what I recall...never...They were always simply fuck buddies, nothing more. But I guess taking things further this time wasn't such a bad idea where this is concerned. He's like a big fluffy bear!"Just so you know..." As expected, Kasan spoke first, his fanning breaths seeping hea

Kasan's POV:Blood. Blood. Blood.I've never been more terrified of the mere sight of the crimson red liquid that I had seen so much of. My chest tightened and as I fought to suck in air, I began to feel as if I was choking, as if I was slowly dying on the very spot. If there's one person that should never be harmed in this lifetime, then it's her....my mate. How could I let this happen?! And in my own fucking house at that?!In that moment, I might've been overflowing with anger but my wolf was beyond enraged. I could feel it in my bones...the hostility...the bloodthirst...the crave for control. The longer I stared at Clara's wounded form, the more I couldn't breath. I don't know what got ahold of me at the time, but my wolf didn't forcefully devour a part of my consciousness...I was the one who willingly gave in to him.Then slowly, my body took on the form of a half-shifted werewolf. My anger was bubbling so hot that the consequences of my actions slipped my mind and it didn't e