Black Winged Anahi
Indecision lit in Achai’s eyes and then a burst of anger resonated in them.
“Because of this,” He growled and pushed her against the wall of a hut and kissed her hard. Anahi fisted her right hand and meant to hit him, but he gripped her wrist in his hand and held it to his chest. He pulled back and his brown eyes had darkened to an almost black hue.
“Because,” he breathed hard, “we fight over you.” He said and raised a hand to brush a strand of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Anahi stared up at Achai dumbfounded.
“Why?” She found herself asking.
“Don’t you see, Anahi? You are the last female of our race.” He said and it suddenly dawned on her. Why hadn’t she noticed before? They fought for her as a mate. She closed her eyes in dismay.