Dante Scout POV
“You want to f**k, don’t you?”
The question hit me like a lightning strike. Of all the things I thought I’d hear from Vinorca’s mouth, this wasn’t one of them. But then again, she was different today.
We stood in the middle of my garden, her body bare and unapologetic. Her wolf lingered just beneath the surface, feral and untamed, teetering on the edge of control. She was ready to defy me—ready to reject me.
I knew she wasn’t in heat; I’d made sure of that. The maid had given her the medicine earlier, knowing today would bring her wolf forward.
“Tell me, Dante Scout. You want to f**k me, right?” she demanded, gripping the arm I had wrapped around hers.
I flinched. Me?
Fuck?!
This wasn’t just unexpected—it was something else entirely.
“What if I do?” I
