Slowly and subtly, he sat marooned on his bed as his wolf took over. It had been on the edge of his tongue to rail on her to leave the room, but his gaze soon got clouded by lust. All he could see was her beautiful smile, the fairness of her skin, and the tingling desire to feel the softness of her flesh against his own.
Fighting his focus, his gaze settled on her now terrified face. It had not taken long enough to discover that his wolf had taken over.
He could not have it. The pool of desire he felt was too foreign a feeling for him to fight. He had stopped fighting to control his wolf a long time ago, but now, the two of them were synced enough to desire Catharina.
What was strange? She was not his mate. Her scent does not pull him at all. He could not even detect her scent.
And he
