His Wolf Wanted His Mate

But suddenly, the rain above her head stopped, and even though the car lights were shining in the distance, she could still see the heavy rain curtain of the harbor city, but her world was inexplicably quiet.

She looked up and saw a black umbrella covering her head. The one holding the umbrella handle was an overly slender and beautiful hand, with alluringly pink fingernails. It was strange, the timing was wrong, but she still noticed this.

Further up, there was the man's gentle and dignified face, descending from the sky like a god, blocking out all her embarrassment. Even after a long time later, she still remembered this scene. When she was most frustrated, he was like a pair of lights illuminating her world.

Something breaks out of the ground at this moment.

"Axel Ash." Her eyes were filled with surprise, and there was still confusion that had not faded away, as if a deer was lost in the city and couldn't find its home, so pitiful. She was pitiful.