Chapter 119

　　Fern's Perspective 　　Giovan slowly pulled away from my neck. Our eyes locked in. 　　"Who do you belong to, Fern?" He asked. 　　"You," I said. My inner wolf growled in desire. Something about Giovan attracts me deeply, I found his scent addicting, and my wolf now can't stand being away from him, not even an inch. 　　"Who?" Giovan asked again. 　　"Who owns you, little tree?" 　　"You do," I said again. 　　Giovan pushed the hair off my neck, staring darkly at the mark on my neck. He draws a smirk. 　　"Do you know what else happens on the night a she-wolf was claimed by her fated mate?" 　　I looked at his wound. 　　"H-How can we mate when you're hurt and weak?" I asked. Giovan lifted my chin, gently crashing his lips with mine. 　　"Part your lips wider, Fern," he whispered. I pulled away from him remembering something. 　　"You remember it now. Our first kiss," he whispered to me. 　　"I thought you'd forget about that night." Giovan wanted to kiss me again, but I avoided his lips. 　　"Is