Jake's POV
Brielle was everywhere.
I couldn’t go a single hour without her invading my thoughts, her stormy hazel eyes flashing in my mind, her voice cutting through my focus like a blade. It didn’t matter what I was doing: she was there, a constant, maddening presence I couldn’t shake.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
I wasn’t the kind of man who got distracted, least of all by someone like her: a rogue who’d stumbled into my territory half-dead. She wasn’t even supposed to matter. But the mate bond had other plans, and it was pulling at me harder with every passing day.
Nothing had been calming since she showed up.
I slammed my fists against the punching bag in the training room, my knuckles stinging with every hit. The steady rhythm of my strikes usually helped clear my head,
