[Christian’s P.O.V.] – Blue Ridge Pack
I feel awful about the fight I had with Leah. Well, I wouldn’t exactly call it a fight; more like her exploding on me. I guess I should have expected it. I thought I was being respectful of her boundaries. I thought that never instigating anything intimate meant she wasn’t ready. I clearly read those signals wrong. When she asked about mating and marking, I was too stunned to answer rationally. Then, when she accused me of still sleeping with the she-wolves in my pack, every word I had ever learned dropped right out of my brain.
I wanted Leah so badly. It was killing me that she wasn’t entirely mine yet. I hated how my male pack members would stare at her every time she passed by. I tried to rationalize it as curiosity since she was with me. Of cou
