Lilac’s P.O.V
“You reek of another male.”
The realization struck me with a sudden jolt. I knew exactly why Krimson's anger simmered beneath his words.
It was the faint trace of Del's scent that now lingered on my skin, a scent I unwittingly carried after our night together. As Krimson accused me in a low, menacing tone, my pulse quickened, and my mind raced to find the right words to pacify the seething rage that seemed to emanate from him.
"What about it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I dared to question him, my words tinged with a mix of defiance and uncertainty.
The response I received was chilling—a guttural growl that reverberated through my being, sending a wave of apprehension cascading over me.
In that moment, I felt a sense of foreboding, realizing the depth of possessiveness that Krimson harbored for me. His possessiveness wasn't merely a trait; it was a fierce, unyielding dominance that demanded my complete submission.