Reyland laughed dryly.
“Now I have proved things to you as well right? You’re disgusted,” he stated flatly.
“I –” Anna protested weakly, the strain of the last few minutes weighing heavily on her heart and mind.
“Don’t bother. I’m the one whose kindness is hurtful? Your hands are less painful than that look on your face a second ago. I assure you of that,” he continued dryly.
What Reyland did not know, what he would not allow Anna to tell him, was that she had not been repulsed by him.
She was aroused, and if he had been anything of a wolf, he would have known it clearly.
Her face had crumpled because her mind was racing too fast, in too many directions.
When her eyes had fallen on his response to their kiss, she had thought of the wolves he had mentioned earlier, so casually.
She
