Erika's Point of View
He stood there, leaning by the kitchen door, shirtless as his pajamas hung low on his hips. The moonlight sneaking in through the kitchen window illuminated his beautiful silver messed hair and defined his muscles. The silhouettes played games with his skin and his silver eyes dug deep holes in me.
I feel a shiver run down me and my stomach dips.
"Erika." He breathes.
Shit.
"Alpha Andrew." I greet nodding at him. He stares at me calmly, his breath is even but his eyes are cold. When he doesn't answer me, I take out a coke can from the fridge and was about to walk out of the kitchen when he says:
"We need to talk."
"About what?" I ask as I stroll out of the kitchen, leaving him behind. Suddenly, he grabs my wrist and spins me around, almost knocking me into his
