Xavier's pov.
The morning came too quickly. The sunlight spilled into my office from the corner window. Erasing the events that happened the night before. After I returned to the pack house last night, I buried myself under paperwork. Reviewing the documents for the new rogue locked up in the cells upstairs.
It was necessary. I convinced myself last night that the pack needed its safety and stability. It was the best thing to do, and most importantly, it was my only escape from marching up to that bedroom and trying to claim that woman as my own.
The f*****g mate bond was becoming unbearable.
As I leaned up from the couch, the stiffness in my muscles was a consequence of sitting down in that position for too long. Wincing, I twisted my head, avoiding shaking off the residual discom
