Chapter 92

• Eleanor's POV
• I was feeling so comfortable in his company, more like I knew him for centuries. Like we were old buddies who didn't need words to communicate with each other or express our feelings. I looked at him. He was wearing knee-length shorts with a white shirt unbuttoned at the moments showing his lean, muscular chest.
• No! Stop Eleanor! Don't go there! If he caught you staring at him. You will end up being teased and fucked by him. I chuckled loudly at my thoughts. I really missed my wolf.