Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Suddenly, the atmosphere transformed into a hazy ambiguity, a misty veil descending upon them. Willow’s gaze met Jasper’s, and the man instinctively drew her into his embrace, a protective gesture against her potential fear.

Then, her grip tightened around his waist, a true reflection of her genuine fright. In that instant, their faces hovered mere inches apart as the rhythm of their breaths was a tangible bridge between them.

Her eyes and brows glistened as if touched by the kiss of rain, emanating a liquid luminescence that momentarily stole his breath away. Despite the dimness of the room, his eyes burned with undeniable intensity. At this moment, her breaths became shallow as she wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her face slightly as a silent invitation for him to kiss her.

Meanwhile, Jasper struggled to restrain the tempest of emotions coursing through him. Amidst the dim light, his tall stature enveloped Willow in the corner of the room, akin to a wolf asserting its claim over territory, resolute in not letting her leave and preventing others from prying.

A nervous gulp traced down her throat, ensnared by the heady symphony of pheromones that enveloped them both, drawing her inexorably closer to the man’s inviting neck. On the other hand, his breath hitched, his resolve finally yielding as he gently cupped her chin, guiding her with tenderness as his slender lips met her flushed ones.

After having suppressed their desires for too long, this kiss erupted with fervor as soon as it began. However, Willow was slightly taken aback as an undercurrent of sweetness and surprise swept through her, overwhelming any uncertainty. Every fiber of her being was tightly held in the man’s embrace as his passionate kiss consumed her. In this corner, amidst the dimness, they carved out a small world-a sweet sanctuary untouched by others.

the windowsill outside, breaking the enchantment and capturing the attention

face turned a shade of pink as her breaths quickened. She spoke softly,

equally startled, meowing frantically. Then, he

smile, but their haven was abruptly illuminated again, exposing their intimate moment. Flushed with embarrassment, she buried her face into Jasper’s

as his chin lightly grazed her hair. A silent sigh escaped him, a mixture of contentment and

saying, “You should take that call!” With a quizzical intrigue, she contemplated who might have called her at this hour. Retrieving the phone, she was taken aback

from her with a poised composure. “Willow, where are you?”

a friend’s

Willow immediately sensed that her father was keeping something

notification that a group of mafia members has entered the country and has targeted the family,” Elliot divulged. At this, her expression grew serious. “Okay, Dad, I’ll come home early.” After hanging up the phone, she turned

I’ll take you home,” Jasper said, guessing what her father had discussed with her. “When will we be able to meet again?” Willow