Victoria's POV
As usual, the following morning, I woke up with the same feeling, too much craving for fresh meat, and this time I didn't panic. I should accept the reality that I will always feel this way because I am a werewolf, and there is nothing to be afraid of, and when I turned to my side, Oliver was sleeping soundly.
I remembered we were on the sofa in the living room, and I fell asleep after we made love, and I couldn't stop myself from smiling as I realized he must carry me from the living room, and I couldn't contain myself from caressing his perfect face down to his chiseled chest.
