The Patriarch.
Darius' POV.
I just couldn't wrap my head around this. Just a moment ago, my wolf had been thrashing inside me. But the instant I touched her, it had gone calm, like it was finally at peace. Why? What was happening to me?
Her eyes shot up at me. "Get off of me, you pervert."
I pushed myself to my feet immediately, but the moment I pulled away, the calm shattered. My wolf growled inside me. It hated the distance. I… I didn't get it.
I just stood there, staring at her as she remained on the bed, her breathing ragged.
"Look," she snapped, "just because you brought me home doesn't mean you can touch me without my permission."
My throat felt dry. I wanted to answer, but the words wouldn't come. How could I explain something I didn't even understand myself?
