KNOX
The drive to the banquet was pure torture.
Celeste sat beside me, her body stiff, her gaze fixed out the window, and all I could think about was the scent of her that had my wolf clawing at my insides. She was aroused earlier. I knew it. I felt it. Every breath she took in that damn dress had me fighting the urge to pull over, drag her into my lap, and remind her exactly who she belonged to.
But I didn’t. Because I couldn’t.
Instead, I drove with my jaw clenched and my knuckles white on the steering wheel. She didn’t say a word. Neither did I. But the tension between us was like a live wire.
She shifted once, her dress brushing against my arm, and I nearly groaned out loud. My wolf snarled, demanding I claim her right then and there, to hell with the damn banquet.
When we fina
