Chapter (91): The Werewolf faeries 

Elizabeth was stiffened by the massive intense aura that was coming out of this man. She swallowed but found her throat dry. Her legs were open and she was stuck with flames that were raging and teasing her, she felt something warm escaping, heating out of her skin. She hated this feeling and loved it both at the same time, how could he mesmerize her with this wild way. She was as if a poppy that just fell under a wolf, had no choice but to surrender to survive.

The broader man that sounded to have a fierce cruel soul, so, the brute just touched her shoulder and provoked her hidden desires, who was he? Why did her heart was bonding stupidly? He was a wolf, one of those that she hated the most but why was she acting like this, couldn't drift her eyes away.

She saw her own image that mirrored in his eyes that had changed to brown, her eyes were glowing in gold, the man took his hand off the girl.