Jax’s POV
The hot steam slowly blanketed the dark-tiled bathroom, fogging up the massive mirrors. The roar of the water pouring from the shower was loud, but it couldn't deceive my acute wolf hearing. Every single tiny sound, every hiss and ragged breath echoed in my head as if whispered into a megaphone.
I clenched my jaw and stubbornly stared at the marble edge of the sink, turning my head away.
I was trying to give her the minimum dignity she so desperately craved. I knew my mere presence terrorized her. She was a prisoner whom I was now forcing to stand naked before her enemy in her greatest vulnerability. But my inner wolf practically tore my chest apart, wanting so desperately to break free. It wasn't driven by desire, but by some much more ancient, overwhelming instinct. The bond
