When the wolf chooses the human…
AXEL
“Can I ask him myself?” She looked at me with her large, round eyes. I wanted to scream at myself for the fragility behind them.
“i***t,” Gear supplied in my head.
“Either help or f**k off,” I snapped at him.
“You chose this difficulty. You could have waited for our fated,” he pointed out.
“I don’t see her anywhere around, do you? And I seem to recall someone trying his damnedest not to f*****g purr when she scratched behind his ears. I’m not the only one pulled to her,” I yelled at him.
I still held Lemon in my arms. She was waiting quietly for my answer. With every passing second, her eyes grew glassier, like she was stealing herself for my denial.
“Well, don’t let her cry!” Gear huffed.
“You’ll do it?”
“If it makes the fruity one ha
