Thorn.
I don’t know how but she manages to take my breath away. Delilah is the definition of grace and radiance. I hate to see or say it. It seems like my Aunt was a bit right about her and it took me to the podium before I realized that my wolf chose her. She is my mate. My wolf didn’t make a mistake.
Her hair is styled to perfection, it frames her face delicately, and the veil adds an air of mystique. I have controlled myself all night to stay away from gazing at her body. The slope of her curves, the way there is a demarcation from her waist to her hips and the cherry on top. It is hard to control my appetite especially when I’ve made it feel like I do not want her.
She exudes an aura of enchantment, capturing the hearts of all who behold her. I immediately began to feel territoria
