S E B A S T I A N
Walking out of my study, I stop in my tracks when I sense a pair of eyes moving along with my body. I look up and turn only to lock my gaze with striking blue eyes. I don't know if there is a say or not, but her eyes remind me of a storm full of rage, yet for some reason, I can feel the stillness and calmness in them.
That's because she is our mate!
I pass a deadpan stare at Duke, my wolf, who interrupted me. He guiltlessly beams and howls in excitement as we take in that sweet lavender scent she emits, blowing past my nose. To be honest, everything about her has been driving me crazy. Her eyes, her nose, her scent, and her lips — I wonder how it will feel to kiss those pink rosy full lips and how she will feel if I kiss her.
Of course, she will be elated just like u
