ALBERT POV
I knew she was the one I would crave for my entire life.
I knew it before my wolf did. Before the bond. Before the scent of her even became a brand under my skin. I knew it the moment I first saw her in pigtails and mud on her cheeks, glaring at me like she wanted to bite my head off. And now, after the first taste of her lips, after her small body pressed against mine for the first time, I knew I wasn’t just craving her.
I was starving.
And she was sin.
And I was a man who’d gone too long without a single drop of sweetness.
Now she was kissing me back—willingly, fiercely. And there was nothing, no force in the world, that could have stopped me from kissing her deeper, from pulling her closer.
Her mouth was soft but her kiss was fire. I could taste her anger, her fury, he
