Anaiah's POV
I slowly lift my gaze as the most enticing scent of vanilla and honey fills my nostrils, my breath gets caught in my chest and I forget how to breathe, the man walking in front of me is tall and intimidating, he's the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. He has thick jet-black hair, blazing dark blue eyes, a prominent face with high cheekbones, and a muscular body that looks like a Greek god. As soon as he entered the room, he dominated it immediately and a wince escaped my lips. He smiles ever so gently once he nears me and my heart skips.
My wolf is trying to say something frantic but I can't hear her clearly, I'm still in awe of him.
"Hello, Love," His voice is deep and huskily sexy. I just watch him like an idiot, no words are leaving my mouth.
"Anaiah," He whispers my name, his eyes looking at me with love. My name sounds so good on his tongue, and a shiver runs down my spine. He cups my face and tingles run down my body, I gulp.
