Her possessive alpha novel Chapter 4

　　Burning desire

　　‘Shit, so he'd followed us here;’ she didn't expect him to do that. This was one of the things Ava hated about being a werewolf; scents. You can never avoid your mate except he or she chooses to leave you alone bla bla bla.... she rolled her eyes as she recalled one of the most important rules of the mate bond. She knew from the onset that he might just follow her; he wouldn't have a hard time doing that since he could track her scent easily even if she ran to the ends of the world but she still ran anyways, hoping that he would give up on chasing her at some point and just leave her alone. She would admit that she felt a bit flattered that he went through such lengths to find her, and upon seeing that he was persistent having followed her all the way here, he at least deserved an introduction.

　　She stood from the ground and walked up to him, not fully aware that she was back in her human form and was standing completely naked in front of him. She could tell that his wolf had brought him here as well, as he was also naked and in his human form; they both were. Of course, that was the only way he could have caught up with her; a human's running legs would never catch up to a wolf's.

　　As she came close to him, she expected him to be angry at her for running away, she expected him to question what she did at the restaurant, but instead, all she saw in his eyes were burning desire, desire to be with her, the same desire that made her yearn for him too.

　　"I'm Ava," she introduced herself curtly, trying to ignore the possessive aura that was washed across his features as his gazed lingered on her for long, not taking his eyes off her for a second, not saying anything but watching her skin glow ever so brightly beneath the moonlight, watching the cool night breeze that swept her blonde hair ever so swiftly, outlining the shape of her face, she was perfect for him. And he was perfect for her too, with his perfectly carved male body, his rich black hair and his perfectly sculpted face which held his gazing blue eyes that he had refused to take off her up till now, his chiseled chest where tiny hairs sprung and where his rock hard abs were neatly arranged in three rows of two's, her eyes went down below to his waist level and she took in the sight of his manhood, big and hard for her, she blushed as she quickly looked away from there, forcing her attention on the big snake tattoo boldly sketched on his arm even though she couldn't get her mind off that cock. He truly was perfect, and the moon goddess had given him to her; but she couldn't have him even if she wanted to.

　　'His name is Lucas,' Layla, who'd been communicating with his wolf told her.