The Alpha Ash's roots were growing, and they were no worse than the Mark in the port city. It was really rare to hear that he was not interested in love and was willing to die. As for the Prince Mark of their port city, he cared about his ex and was not worthy of Isla's innocence.
Ash put the pink mobile phone back into Isla's pocket, looked at the little girl in his arms, and sighed a little deeper. She had fallen asleep and was not on guard against him. He didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
She was very sleepy, her little face was pressed against his thigh, and her breathing was light and even. But there was a full moon and he was upset about how he controlled his wolf. His wolf wanted her desperately.
