I felt every second of it.
“He tried to mark you.”
It wasn’t a question. My wolf knew. Could smell Ashford all over her, could see the evidence on her throat, could feel her trauma through every fiber of the bond between us.
“Gideon–“
“He tried to mark you.” My voice came out controlled. Flat. The voice I used before things became irreversible.
Inside I was fracturing. Shattering along fault lines I hadn’t known existed until this moment.
“Without your consent. He held you down and tried to–” I stopped.
Because if I finished that sentence, I was going to shift right here on the front drive and what I did to Jaxon Ashford in wolf form would be a great deal less measured than what I intended to do to him as a man.
A growl ripped from my chest before I could stop it. Primal. Ancie
