Luciano

Leandro slammed the door of his room shut and growled loudly, his wolf side partly taking over as his eyeballs turned red.

He hated himself for being unable to tell Larisa how much he loved her, for being unable to wipe her tears and for being the reason behind those tears in the first place.

Those three words she wanted to hear were way too dangerous for him to mention and he was scared of what would happen if he dared to say those words.

"Fuck!" He cursed and slammed his fist into the wall, causing a crack in the hard wall.

He was holding onto the last thread of self control not to shift and tear his clothes off his body.

Few minutes had passed but Leandro was still in his room, worrying about his entire life when he felt something strange.

He could not tell what it was but he knew he was not the one feeling whatever it was.

He had not marked Larisa so their bond was not strong enough to transmit their feelings to each other but he could swear that whatever he was feeling was not