POV: Chloe
The second the door clicked shut, my legs gave out. I collapsed onto the edge of the bed, the mug still clutched in my hands. I stared at nothing while my pulse hammered against my throat, right where his mouth had just been.
How could an Alpha lose control like that?
Everything I knew about Tristan—what little I'd learned back then and everything Ethan had told me since—painted the same picture. A man of absolute discipline. Ice-cold restraint. A man who never broke.
Yet I'd just watched him unravel over a cheap ring and a hickey, his eyes blazing gold, his massive hands trembling against my skin. And the sickest part? The part I couldn't admit to anyone but the empty room? I hadn't wanted him to stop.
Every brush of his hard body against mine, every ragged breath against
