Her body tensed under my touch as I bandaged her wrist. The slow burn flared. My fingers lingered on her bruised cheek, thumb brushing softly. She didn’t pull away immediately. Her scent mixed with blood and fear, yet arousal flickered beneath it. My wolf surged, possessive.
“I’ll deal with Jax,” I growled. “Tell me where Eden is, and I’ll retrieve whatever he took. I’ll make him pay.”
She searched my emerald eyes, temptation warring with distrust. “You’re all the same,” she whispered, even as her wolf leaned toward my dominance.
The tension thickened. Her pouty lips parted slightly. For a heartbeat, the enemies line blurred. I wanted to claim every broken piece of her, to heal what this pack shattered while feeding the obsession she ignited in me.
She pulled away first, turning her fa
