Zayd sat in the comfort of his office, hand fisted beneath his chin in deep thought. He missed her already, the beautiful redhead who had stolen his heart three nights ago.
The prominent and intense emotions she’d made him feel felt fresh in his mind, and her scent…the mixture of earthy and floral still lived along the rim of his nostrils. She smelled like heaven and hell in one; a scent that calmed and tempted him at the same time…
A scent of pine trees and lotus flowers…a marvelous combination that had his heart in knots that night.
As soon as she’d walked in, his wolf was at the edge, jealous of the other eyes that stared at her celestial face and the constant and alluring sway of her hips. They wanted her, but he was glad she’d been entrusted to him by the goddess of the moon…
