Back in my room, a pair of strong arms pulled me close. Still rattled from earlier, I squirmed instinctively. The grip around my waist tightened, warm breath grazing my ear. "Still mad about what I said? Daphne, it's not just your body—I love everything about you."
Colton's familiar voice melted my tension. When I didn't respond, he turned my face toward him, his tone soft and earnest. "Daphne, I'm a rough wolf. If I've upset you, tell me. Don't bottle it up."
His gentle, pleading look—like a puppy begging for comfort—got to me. I took a deep breath and let it out. "Let's call off our binding."
The air froze. Colton's fingers tightened, his eyes darkening. "Why?"
Oblivious to the storm brewing, I spilled every doubt clogging my heart. His cloudy expression broke into sunlight, and he l
