Will You Kill Me?

“Come. Here. Little witch.”

The black-furred wolf grunted beneath his growl. He emphasized every word as if he was talking to someone lesser than himself. His tone earned him a pair of twitching ears from Diana.

Not knowing she was his mate whom he was madly contacting through their bond, Alpha Dylan showed her the side of him whom many of his people feared to.

“Ha!”

Gone was the frown etched on Diana’s face, replaced by a snarling woman, who was restraining herself from snapping at the wolf in front of her – lest her disguise would be stripped off. She did not need to look down to know that the dark-gray-furred wolf was now standing below her, waiting for her to slip and eventually catch her like some damsel in fucking distress.

‘In their delusional dreams, maybe. One day, I will get you, Seymor!’

The wolf within Diana stirred upon the command imposed on her. Diana and her wolf did not take commands pretty lightly. They took it as an insult – especially her wolf who hated being treat