Chapter Ten
Gabriella’s POV
The door clicked shut behind me, and for the first time that night, no one moved to push me away.
Mark sat on the edge of his bed, his bare chest rising and falling slowly, green eyes locked on me with something between amusement and hunger. He didn’t look surprised to see me. In fact, it was as if he had been waiting.
“Well, well,” he drawled, a smile curving his lips. “The little wolf finally comes to me. Couldn’t resist saving the best for last?”
My wolf purred inside me, stretching like a satisfied cat. Finally, one who understands.
I tilted my chin, letting her speak through me. “Maybe I just knew you wouldn’t send me back.”
Mark’s smile deepened, slow and dangerous. “Smart little wolf. You’re right. I’m not like Tristan, or Leo, or even Rhael. I don
