Zeila's Pov

Four years later

His curious gaze sear on my skin every time I turn around or close my eyes. Because he is unaware that I am a lycan, he believes that I don't know. My face is mostly hidden by my big shades and wide-brimmed hat while I lie on the stretcher by the pool. Nevertheless, he found me with his emerald eyes among the dozen or so eager drinkers and swimmers on this balcony. A strong attraction is there between us.

When we had lunch at the hotel restaurant yesterday, I could feel it. Our gazes found one another. I swiftly put mine down on the plate,...