Calix’s POV.
The desire to r*****f my clothes and shift into my lycanthrope rippled through me as I strode out of the sick bay and shut the door after me. Gnashing my teeth, I leaned on the door and growled.
I can’t believe I just kissed my enemy’s daughter, the one person I’d vowed to destroy.
Dragging a breath, I signaled at the guards stationed at the door and while they locked it, I strode out of the hallway, hurried down the stairs, and soon hit the foyer.
Proceeding to the terrace, I took a deep breath wishing I could flush out the intoxicating scent of her which seemed to follow me wherever I went.
Sulking under my breath, I proceeded to the royal garden, to one of the white wooden benches, and sat.
Fvck! How did I get to this point?
All I wanted was to come back to Tyr, spend some ……
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