Sloane Grayson’s POV “Then say hello to the devil, little wolf” He purred as though his words were a sentence, an execution. I just stood there, my breath hitched, heart pounding vigorously in my chest, as though they would give out. My lips parted slightly, a hint of something stupid flashing in my eyes; hope. His hot, intoxicating breath lingered on my skin, his golden orbs glistening like fire under the moonlight. And then, almost immediately, the smirk on his lips disappeared, gone as though they were never there, replaced by a cold, hard stare. “Little wolf, you mistake my silence for interest” he growled. My heart sank. The night air bit into my skin, but it couldn't be compared to the sudden chill from his voice. “Wa…wait..pls…” I muttered, my voice shaking. “I…I meant it, pls. I…I want….” He took a step back, his hands behind him. “You want me to play pretend” he said, his voice low but dangerous. “To pretend to care and wash your leash like a mutt. Right?” My lips
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