Clara’s POV
"Am I?" He leaned closer again, his lips almost brushing my ear. "Tell me you don't feel the bond between us. Tell me your wolf isn't calling out to mine right now."
I couldn't tell him that because it would be a lie. My wolf was calling out, recognizing something in him that my human mind refused to accept.
"I will claim you," he continued, his voice a promise and a threat wrapped into one. "Whether you want it or not. Whether Darius likes it or not. You're mine, Clara. You've always been mine."
I tried to push against his chest, tried to break free from his hold, but he was too strong. "Let me go!"
"Soon," he said. "But first, I want you to remember this moment. Remember how it feels to be this close to your true mate."
True mate? What was he talking about?
"I already
