Christopher's POV
I checked my phone for the tenth time. It was so late.
Where the hell was she?
I paced the length of the sitting room, jaw clenched tight enough to ache. Jasmine had left hours ago, but that was before dinner. Way before.
My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, agitated and territorial in a way that made my chest tight. Wait… what was that? I had not even noticed how weak and almost non existent our mate bond was. Had it always been like this? And since when?
At that moment, Jasmine walked in and rage simmered in my gut.
She walked toward the living room with her head high, shoulders back, looking utterly unbothered. Just that infuriating confidence that had been growing stronger every day since our marriage.
She froze when she spotted me waiting in the dimly
