#Chapter 106: The Witch

Elijah Last night was a mistake. At least, that was what I kept telling myself as I sat in my study, staring blankly at the paperwork spread across my desk. The words blurred together, the numbers meaningless as my mind repeatedly wandered back to Agnes—her scent, her touch, the way she’d felt beneath me… around me. My wolf stirred restlessly, a low growl rumbling in my chest as the memory of her warmth flooded my senses. It wasn’t just the physical act, though that had been… incredible. It was the way she’d looked at me, her eyes dark with desire but also something deeper, something I couldn’t quite name. It was the way she’d whispered my name, and the way she’d clung to me afterward, her body pressed against mine as if she never wanted to let go. And I didn’t want her to. But that was the problem. I shouldn’t have let it happen. I shouldn’t have given in to the temptation, no matter how sweet it was. Because now, all I could think about was