Theo wasn’t happy—far from it—when he realized how much Savannah had changed. She was no longer the dreamy, naïve girl who had once seen her life’s purpose as being his wife and mate. That version of her, soft and yielding, was gone. Now she was guarded, self-reliant, and fiercely unwilling to trust him again.
His frustration boiled over, and he cursed loudly, slamming a fist against the steering wheel of his car. Her intoxicating scent still clung to him, and the taste of her soft lips lingered on his mouth. Closing his eyes, he was instantly assaulted by vivid memories of their recent night together—the fiery passion, the raw intensity, and the undeniable connection that coursed between them.
Alpha Brady’s words echoed in his mind, a grim reminder of what was at stake. “He needs the ma
