POV: Heather
“Oh No!
Get out of my head, Xan!
What are you doing to me, why won’t you leave me alone?” I yelled at the top of my voice, startling Marietta who seems shocked by my outburst.
“Hmmm, that’s my girl. I love the sound of my name from your mouth, I love how you call me Xan. But you can do better, butterfly. How about sugar or daddy?” He let out seductively, making me feel goosebumps all over my body. He has a way of getting into my head that I just don’t understand. First, he had discovered I have a wolf and even bonded with my wolf. And now he listens in on my conversation like a freaking stalker.
“I don’t care if you are a prince or not. I’m not your mate, and I’m certainly not your girl. I would rather die than share my secrets with you. I will not be your mistress either
