9 Chapter Eight.

Raphaella was breathing heavily, the sprint she made wasn’t the reason as to why she was out of breath. She closed her eyes and stared back at the packhouse in which she was just a few seconds ago. She touched her lips, remembering the way Theo’s lips moved with her own, sending a billion sparks all over her body. She felt so many strong emotions, feeling that she hadn’t felt before, feelings so foreign on her that she didn’t know how to react.

Theo slammed his fist against the wall, breathing heavily, staring at the broken window from which Raphaella had run away from. This was the second time she jumped off a window, running away from him. Why was he so stupid, he knew that she wasn’t ready for a kiss, and no, he had to just kiss those luscious and full lips she owned.

“Son?” Alpha Donovan spoke. “What is going on? Where is Raphaella?”

“I don’t know.” Theo rolled his eyes in a mocking way. Alpha Donovan raised an eyebrow. “I kissed her.”