"Should we call the doctor?" he suggested, his voice filled with worry.
Evelyn, however, quickly dismissed the idea. "No, it's gone already," she replied, her voice tinged with a soft purr that caught them both off guard. The sound seemed to escape her lips involuntarily, leaving her perplexed and confused. When had she learned to purr? It was an unfamiliar sensation that added to the growing list of peculiarities she was experiencing.
Ethan couldn't help but chuckle at her bewildered expression. "That's a really cute purr," he teased, trying to lighten the mood. Evelyn's confusion only deepened. "It wasn't a purr," she retorted, her voice tinged with defensiveness. The sudden emergence of this feline-like sound left her questioning her own identity and the changes she was undergoing.
Curiosity danced in Ethan's eyes as he inquired, "Then what was it?" His lips curved into a smile, a mixture of amusement and fondness.
"I don't know how to purr. I have never even purred in my life," Evelyn responded defensively, her words laced with genuine confusion. The realization that she had suddenly acquired this feline trait added to the mystery of her situation. What was happening to her? Were these the aftereffects of the mating bond she shared with Ethan? Questions swirled within her mind, consuming her thoughts.
Ethan, recognizing her inner turmoil, sought to reassure her. He gently patted her back, his touch oddly comforting to Evelyn. "Okay, okay, I hear you," he murmured, understanding the weight of her concerns. His voice carried a soothing tone, momentarily easing her apprehension.
Ayla is lost and alone; a wolf who can not transition. She spends her days searching..but for what, she isn't sure. At night, she indulges in meaningless relationships, always running from commitment.
Alpha Aryan knows exactly who he is; strong and influential. His pack grows more powerful each year, and with that power, the increasing pressure to find his mate.. but Aryan doesn't want to settle for choosing his mate. He believes destiny will bring them together.
Excerpt:
'The moon shone through the window, catching tiny specks of dust. I watched them, mesmerised for a moment, as the gentle light cast by the moonbeams caught them and lit them up. They sparkled, dancing and floating through the air, then disappeared again into the shadow of the night.
I rolled over and looked at the man lying naked in bed beside me. His dark, tattooed, muscular body was covered only by a single stark white sheet. My entire body shivered and flushed warm at the memory of our night together...
His face was handsome; and breathtakingly so. His jawline was strong and defined, it was easy to see that, even beneath the short stubble he had. His lips were plump and perfectly formed in the most kissable shape I had ever seen. They're what captivated me the most. I reached up gently, in an almost dream-like state; surely this man before me couldn't be real. I caressed his lips with my thumb, and he let them fall slightly open to my touch. He shivered gently, but didn't pull away. My gaze continued up his face and landed on his eyes. Dark and dangerous, filled with lust and secrets.'
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