Her heart sank upon hearing his words.
Her wolf whimpered inside her head. The pain was barely bearable, and she held her breath after feeling like she was stabbed by a knife in her chest.
"Never in a million years will it happen. She has you," Beta John spat in disgust.
Silence rang in the room. They were so engrossed in their feud that they hadn't realized she was outside.
His head swiveled quickly at the door, still holding his Beta on his shirt. His grip on him loosened, and he roughly pushed his body away.
His flaring nostrils inhaled the most intoxicating scent, vanilla.
So much hate was portrayed in his stare.
Loud footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor. It was getting nearer and nearer until the door widely opened and further footsteps went near her form.
She couldn’t move
