The knock on the door was urgent. Sharp. Demanding.
Iva crossed the room and pulled it open.
Attia stood in the hallway, his chest heaving, his dark eyes wild. His hair was disheveled, his shirt half-buttoned, his entire body radiating a barely contained intensity that made the air around him crackle.
One look in his direction, and you could sense the Alpha male aura—agitation, desperation, and raw, primal possessiveness.
Iva stepped back without a word, clearing the path.
He didn't need directions. Didn't need explanations. His body moved on instinct, following the pull of the bond, the scent that was driving him mad.
He stepped inside the small room.
And Lori's scent hit him like a crashing wave.
His beast slammed against the barriers of his control—savage, relentless, almost fer
