Chloe’s POV
I tried to pull back, to put any kind of distance between us before the hollow ache in my chest completely caved in on itself. But before I could take a single step away, Nash’s hand shot out.
His fingers wrapped around my wrist, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough that the idea of pulling away instantly vanished.
"Chloe, wait." His voice was low, rough, and hit me like a sudden drop in temperature.
I stopped, my heart slamming against my ribs so hard I was convinced he could feel the frantic thud of it right through my pulse point. I looked down at his grip on me, then back up into his eyes. The cool, calculating Alpha who had commanded a courtroom just hours ago was completely gone. In his place was a man looking at me with an intensity so raw, so heavy with unsaid t
