Mia.
Even though, Beta Clark didn’t do as he had promised, he made sure to be feeding me all the time.
I had just spent a night here but since yesterday, he had fed me more than three times and this morning, he came in with two different type of food.
There was no need for anyone to tell me that it was his damn food that he had sacrificed for me because I had seen it in his eyes. He is willing to do more for me.
Which is making me feel bad. It is indeed my intention to drag him to me and use him for own advantage but I don’t want it to be in a way that he would get so much attached and at the end of the day, it would be an issue for us.
“Why the hell are you worried about him or what he feels?” I asked myself.
Werewolves aren’t creatures that I should pity, not even in my sleep. When
