~ Marcus POV ~
"Get your hands off those doors," I growled, my throat burning as two mercenary guards shoved past my bedroom entry.
The tall guard didn't even turn his head. He posted up right outside my threshold, resting his hand on his sidearm without saying a single word.
My wolf thrashed against my ribs, clawing at my heart as I grabbed an armchair to stay upright. The pain inside my chest felt like acid. Every second Nora spent under this roof, the broken bond flared, tearing my body apart from the inside out.
"You cannot lock down my private quarters, Nora," I shouted toward the open living room. "This is still my home!"
Nora stepped out from the inner hallway, carrying a dark leather folder in her left hand. She wore her dark vest, her pitch-black eyes cold as ice as she looke
