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Amelia’s pov
I hesitated. My lower lip pressed between my teeth hard as my mind race. Why was he here? At this hour in this weather? I sighed. As much as I hate the guy, well pretend to loathe him to the deepest parts of me…I couldn’t have him outside in this
kind of storm.
I reach forward and opened the door a crack, then another when his scent wafted in with the gust of the wind. I
embarrassingly took a whiff in, hoping it didn’t show on my face.
“Raiden?” I said in a clipped tone. “What are you doing on my front porch in this kind of weather?” I asked sarcastically.
There must be a good enough reason for this teenage boy to be so soaked on my porch.
His hair clings to his forehead, dripping wet. His shirt, everything clings to him like a second skin. I don’t want to be caught staring at his toned body so I rip my eyes away and look behind him. A huge mistake when lightning strikes sharply. I hold
my breath.
Come in,” I rushed, not wanting to see the storm. Why does this guy always see my weakest points? He knows my
weaknesses which was a very bad thing.
Raiden who had stayed quiet steps in, his boots heavy and soaking up the welcome mat. I frowned. Dad’s going to kill me if this ends up with mud. He better not have mud under those boots.
I looked up, now in the light I can see his eyes clearer, much clearer enough to know that something is off. I held my breath, studying him, studying those eyes that were no longer the original color….but mixed with a tinge of red.
“Raiden your eyes,” I gasped, my fingers itching to touch him but instead I took a step back. I shouldn’t even worry about the
guy. He was an asshole I try to remind myself.
As I whip through the trees, it makes way to the sight of her house. The curtains are drawn and I catch a quick flash of her pulling the last curtain closed Betore I know it I have shifted into my human form and put on the clothes I had locked in my jaw back on
It feels like my wolf had the reigns because my feet had a mind of its own as it stormed up the porch as if ready to go claim what was ours What was mine
I don’t get it I don’t know why I am so obsessed
What will I even tell her? What lie would I spew out to her so she’d not think I was a weird stalker? God, I felt like a huge one right now.
My knuckles slam on the wood, a bit impatient, okay a lot impatient to see her. I don’t know why I even cared that she was here alone.
I heard the shuffle of her feet, hear when she stops, her heartbeat, her breath……. that very breath I can’t stop picturing
shuddering on my lips when I slip inside her.
If she opens that door it will be her biggest mistake because she had no clue she was opening her home to a wolf.
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