Unclaimed By Fate
Clad in a blue blouse, fitting black slacks and heels high enough to sprain an ankle, she sat there typing, thanks to my lycan vision, I could make the fine lines of her frown as she stared at the screen.
Good Goddess. She was so beautiful. So… perfect that my chest physically hurt.
She was so close. So close I could just go to her and smash my lips on hers, kiss her, and devour her very soul from her mouth. And yet, she was impossibly far.
My beast surged violently beneath my skin, a possessive growl ripping from my chest.
MATE.
I rested my hand against the glass unconsciously, needing to be closer. A little more closer.
She looked tired. Still upset, but so strong she just kept going. Always so strong. My beautiful Little Moon.