Ethan
After what I saw in the showers, my chest felt tight with an anger I had no right to feel. I should’ve walked away sooner, should’ve known better than to linger, but the image of Rosemary with someone else, so free, so wild, kept replaying in my mind. She doesn’t know; I reminded myself. She doesn’t feel the bond yet, doesn’t even realize what she means to me, and yet, the jealousy twisted in my gut, hot and irrational.
She’s my mate. Mine.
I couldn’t get the thought out of my head, even though it was unfair, even though it wasn’t my place to be angry. She didn’t know. How could she? She hadn’t even sensed her wolf yet, and I slept with Amber recently. I had no claim on her. Even so, my wolf growled in frustration, clawing at the edges of my control. I felt like I was on the verge
