Sitting before the looming and imposing alpha, Diana fidgeted. Her fingers collided with each other as her eyes remained fixated on the table between them. Diana had been holding her breath from time to time, she was avoiding smelling his minty pine scent.

            Diana knew that she was treading into dangerous territories. After all, her mate along with his wolf was angry with her series of actions. The veil of woodland scent sprinkled by Rakiz Lemoir before he went away to meet Shinro was her only defense to stop the wreck that she was in.

            A drop of cold sweat trickled down her spine as she continued to fidget. Her...