MARIA.
The look in Noah's eyes the moment Anabel stepped into the room was enough to send a shiver down my spine.
It wasn't just anger, it was something far more intense, raw, unfiltered, almost dangerous.
I was completely dumbfounded, because honestly, in all the years I had known Noah, I had never seen him like that before.
Not even for the slightest second.
His gaze alone felt like it could kill, sharp and piercing, as if he was barely holding himself back from doing something he might regret. It was clear that his wolf had stirred, pushing him to the very edge of his control and it showed.
Every second of it showed.
The moment Anabel finally left the room, the tension didn't disappear, if anything, it only shifted back to me.
And slowly, and almost carefully, his eyes found mine again and the way he looked at me this time…
My breath caught.
It was different.
His gaze held hunger. He looked like a predator locking eyes with its prey.
A lion ready to devour.
