CHASE'S POV
Anya slept peacefully on my chest, her naked form nestled against mine in the aftermath of our raw, intense s****l encounter. I still couldn't believe I’d almost hurt her.
The image of my hands clenching around her neck replayed, a sickening loop in my mind. I'd always known a possessive spirit coursed through me—what was mine was irrevocably mine. But this… this was more than just a little possessiveness. This was a dark, consuming obsession.
'You could have taken your rage out on Kaelen, not Anya,' Cole’s self-righteous voice cut through my thoughts, deepening the chasm of my regret.
'Just shut up, Cole,' I silenced him, not ready to face his complaints and judgment. He was right, of course, but I refused to crumble under his accusations.
I could have taken it out on Kae
