Ep25

Magnus

I can’t take my eyes off Antiope and I don’t want to. If the goddess would grant me a wish, I would never have to stop looking at the woman talking to my pack members. But deep down I know I probably fucked this up with her.

If I were the man I am now, after she brought life into my lifeless body and colorless routine, I would have handled it better. And by better, I simply mean not dragging her sister into this and threatening her.

But before the Mating Hunt I have forgotten how to be a man and not an Alpha. I have forgotten how I enjoyed cooking for others, how it is to have someone you respect to talk with. And more than anything I forgot how it was to be a male, to be intoxicated by a female’s scent, to feel my wolf stir by need.

I am sipping on my beer when Antiope turns and as if by instinct finds me. I go on fire instantly and Henrar growls in my head, practically ordering me to drag her out of here and take her as I have been dreaming since I left her behind.

“Do I need