-Dash-
The week had gone by slower than I would have liked and was spent with me trying hard to avoid Rosalie and her scent which had been driving me insane, just being in the same room as her was driving my body to the edge, blood almost immediately shot to my cock and my hands itched to have a feel of her rich skin. I hated harboring such desire for her but I couldn’t help myself.
The blood moon was fast approaching and legend had that it caused intense sexual attraction between mates, leaving them to crave for the other to quench their desire. I always thought it was a lie, a myth until now, just a glimpse of Rosalie from a mile away, or better yet a mere thought was enough to have my cock throbbing. The desire was far more intense for alphas as compared to other werewolves and for once I hated being an alpha.