WARNING! -DARK ROMANCE- A shifter will only have mate from their kind, but what happens if you are the last creature of your kind? Lycan. He is the last of his kind and is the most terrifying type of shifter. But, as scary as he was, he was alone. However, in order to survive, you don’t have to be the strongest, just deadliest. *** He looked at her like he had never seen anyone before. The sight of her calmed the rush in his ears, the beat of his heart and finally he was able to focus again… “She is no longer your responsibility. She is mine to deal with now,” the lycan said.
"Are you going to stare at me until the sunrise?" Khaos eased up, as he teased her as usual and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Are you that obsessed with me?"
Zuri rolled over and then rested her head on his lap instead. She took his hand and pressed it on her own head, silently asking him to pat it. "I think so." She closed her eyes and savored his touch. She liked it whenever he patted her head.
And Khaos could see that. "Your need to be loved overrides your common sense, Zuri."
"You said it perfectly," she said honestly. "I only want to be with you. I want this union. I don't know what secrets you have, but I will carry them with you."
Khaos chuckled and instead of patting her head, he started to braid her hair, which surprised Zuri. She opened her eyes and watched him do her long hair. "You know how to braid?"
"Hm." Khaos smiled, enjoying the fascination in her eyes.