Chapter 30

Leah's POV

"And you're also a loud, loud person, Jorah," Lucas said in a low voice.

I lifted my head and saw Lucas looking down at me with a half-smirk on his face.

For a person whose throat almost got slashed by his own father, he looked way too happy. And I knew he was happy because he was holding me in his arms.

I immediately stood up, shaking my fur and trying to walk away, but he caught me.

"Where do you think you are going?" He taunted me, holding me in his giant hands while sitting up.

"Urrrgh!" I turned my head, trying to bite him. Wolves don't like being caught. It was almost a reflex.

But on that day, I ended up holding his hand in my mouth, scratching my teeth against his long, slender fingers.

He tasted so good. I thought to myself. If I was in human form, I would definitely be blushing.

"Alpha! You're still alive! Oh, my Goddess! I haven't killed you! Great!" Jorah clapped and jumped up while clapping his hands.

"And praise the Moon Goddess for me not being kille