Freya
The next day, I wake up with a painful ache between my legs, and I groan against my pillow. My werewolf heat is coming on strong, and Arvid’s words echo inside my head: “If you’re this aroused without being in heat, just wait a couple of days. You will be all over me.”
A growl leaves my lips. “Not a f*****g chance. I won’t let that bastard win even if I’m tired!”
I storm out of my room, heading straight for the gym once again. I need to keep my mind and body busy if I want to avoid thinking about Arvid, especially thinking about him touching me, his eyes smoldering with desire. Shaking my head, I speed up my walk before breaking into a light jog.
Entering the gym, I see Arvid shirtless and dripping with sweat as he throws punches at a training bag. His muscles flex with each pow
