Alexander
I’m fuming.
Why am I fuming?
I knock over the chair at my desk in my bedroom. It’s not like the chair in my office, which is sturdy. This flimsy thing topples over with merely a nudge.
She asked for Emma.
My wolf snarls at the idea of Evelyn with anyone other than me. At the idea of her absence.
But the idea of her with my sister feels worse still. Like a betrayal from my kin. Like I’m painfully close to good enough for Evelyn, just not close enough.
I snatch Evelyn’s strappy nightgown from where she left it hung over the chair of her armoire, fisting it to toss it across the room. But as the fabric slides through my fingers, her scent wafts up toward me, and my wolf immediately pauses.
Her scent without the rest of her present wouldn’t be enough to calm my wolf if
