JAMES
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
The heavy canvas punching bag swung wildly, the chains rattling against the high ceiling of the pack training facility. I drove my fist into the center of the bag, the brutal impact echoing through the cavernous gym. Sweat poured down my back, soaking through my grey shirt, but the physical exertion did nothing to quiet the raging storm in my head.
Georgia’s words from last night replayed on a vicious loop. ‘A biological glitch.’
She hated me. She looked at me with eyes full of ice and revulsion. Yet, hours before that phone call, she had surrendered in my arms, moaning my name in the dark of her office. The contradiction was tearing my sanity apart. I wanted to claim her. I wanted to rip her away from her pristine corporate life, lock her in my penthouse, and r
