Ryder's POV
“That bastard…” I was wondering if Rogan had gotten first-hand information on my coming to the maids' quarters and had gotten to my mate before me.
The fact that I was beginning to develop a sense of possession over her had me feeling quite awkward as I had barely even had a meaningful conversation with her to learn more about her.
“Alright… calm down…” I had said that to myself for the thousandth time, but I was still unable to get myself to calm down a bit. “Screw this…”
I gave up on trying to get myself to calm down. But then, I was still trying my best not to let it show in my facial expressions.
“Her scent…” my wolf just wouldn't let me get my head together even for a moment, as he just seemed to lose it at a slight trace of her scent.
Living in my own fortress
