Connor’s POV
I slammed the bathroom door so hard the frame rattled, twisting the lock with a sharp click that echoed off the marble like a gunshot.
My back hit the wall and I slid down until my ass met the cool tile. Chest heaving, I dragged a hand through my hair and let out a raw, frustrated curse.
“f**k! Claire… what the actual f**k are you doing to me?”
The words bounced around the sleek space, mocking me. My heart was still slamming from the couch, every nerve ending lit up. I’d been seconds—literal seconds—from snapping. From flipping her under me, shoving that dress up her hips, and f*****g the grief right out of her until neither of us could remember Tyler’s name. My wolf had been right there with me, howling and clawing at the edges of my control, pushing hard to claim what it
