unken stupor on the balcony. He lay in an armchair, surrounded by scattered whisky bottles. I

sted I move in with her. However, I didn't want to impose on her, so

hear the sound of plates clattering in the kitchen, indicating th

nterrupted my concentration. I glanced over, suspecting it might be some o

d up and approached my locked window. To my surprise, a dark figure was lurking beneath the trees. The

lived? Had he followed me? My wolf, who had been silent until now

ger over the lack of food. It wasn't my fault; I was just as hungry. I quickly stepped a

e to eat?" he demanded. I was baffled by his accusation. "There are no groceries, so I couldn't make anything

shattering window glass, followed by

presence. With my eyes still shut, I felt a gentle

. "What on earth happened?" my father asked, but he quickly gasped as Alejandro turned to face him, a clea

I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me; this was precisely why I hesitate

ing at me in astonishment, realization dawni

hat he did in mere seconds? Normal werewolves lack such speed, except for

failed to form. My window was shattered, and part of my room was in di

d into his wolf form, yet he was running at an incredible pace. When w

ung open as he stepped inside, and we

e as everyone bowed in respect to him, prompting me to glance at him. He remained focused ahead, commanding the a

marked, "Yolanda, that's a lovely name; I like it." A sm

ewilderment, he sat down and pulled me onto his lap, turning my head to meet his gaze. "Do you know how long I

to be a lycan, and not just any lycan, but the king? Yet here I was, ju

d. The servants exited quietly, their heads lowered in deference. "You should eat," he urged me. I felt th

confessed. He let out a soft laugh. "Is that why y

t jerk said in class, calling you pointless. Do you have any idea how hard it was for

need you more than you can imagine." His words sparked m