Rafael's POV:
My mate. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in my life.
She had the appearance of a deity.
Unlike other werewolves or supernatural creatures, her skin was coated in a gorgeous tan.
Her eyes were a magnificent dark brown, as huge as a gazelle, and her long lashes decorated her face nicely.
Soft brown hair fell on her face, and my gaze was drawn to her lips, which looked delectable and beckoned me to try them.
I mentally shook my head, reminding myself not to terrify her.
She, too, was staring at me with innocent eyes that encompassed my entire universe. I have to stop myself; I need to gain her trust first, and for the rest, I have my life to live with her.
She glanced away from me, then grabbed her dress strap and began taking it from her shoulder.
I couldn't figure out why she suddenly began stripping down.
Why was she doing this when she was clearly uncomfortable?
"What are you up to?" I grimaced and turned away from her.