“Okay, some things, yes, but not us. It does not change us.” She crossed her arms over her chest and gave me her back, the message clear.
She hated my guts.
Fuck me sideways.
“We have to talk about this, Leigh. Are you going to keep pretending nothing’s happening here?”
I resisted the urge to grab those shoulders and spin her to face me. She clearly wanted nothing to do with my touch, and I was never going to trample her boundaries like that, even if she drove me f*****g insane.
Not that my wolf understood; he was howling and demanding we grab her, drag her away somewhere private, and mark her, claim her. She carried our pup. She was ours. But I couldn’t do that. She wouldn’t let me do that.
Because the she-wolf my wolf was laying claim to? Demanding that we take and mate and mark he
