Wanting Kiara

Zane:

This is probably the hundredth time I complain about hating myself ever since Kiara walks into my life, but truthfully, I do. I hate to see her in pain because I share her pain. Having to pretend I’m not in pain the whole day is the worst thing I ever do.

Now I need comfort and all I can do is drown myself with a bottle of whisky. Normally, it would have worked, but it feels like my soul is detached from my body.

“There is more to what you see on the surface and I warned you, but you wouldn’t listen. Werewolves aren’t humans and you shouldn’t joke with a lot. We have hurt Kiara and Bailey, and…”

“Oh, shut up!” I groan at my wolf, gulping down the entire content which burns my throat.

I try to act like I’m fine in this club filled with people, but I’m not.

“You know what? I need a good girl,” I say to my wolf, standing up from the bar stool.

I look around the bar through the neon lights that glow. There are many women in it, but none of them is Kiara and at the moment, she