Riley’s pov
I sat there on the cold floor, my clothes clutched tightly against my chest, shaking from the whirlwind of emotions running through me. My skin still tingled from their touch, and I hated myself for how my body had reacted. How could I have let it go that far?
Tears blurred my vision as I wiped them away with the back of my hand, but it didn't stop the shame from consuming me. I had nearly given in. Nearly let myself fall into the heat of the moment, allowing them to control me. I was supposed to be stronger than this.
The bond between wolves and their mates was powerful, almost impossible to resist once it took hold. I had always known that. It was primal, driven by instinct and the need to be close, to connect. It wasn't just a physical pull-it was emotional, deep, and all
