AIDEN’S POV
The moment my fingers closed around those damn roses, I knew I’d gone too far. The petals, soft and fragile, crumpled in my grip, their sweet, cloying scent mixing with the sharp, intoxicating aroma of Elena’s perfume. But even that wasn’t enough to smother the fire raging inside me—a fire fed by jealousy, possessiveness, and something darker, something I couldn’t name.
Something that made my wolf snarl and claw at the edges of my control, demanding I act, claim, remind. London was playing a dangerous game, and Elena—Elena wasn’t stopping him.
I stared at her, my hands trembling at my sides, my chest heaving with the effort of holding back. My voice came out low, rough, barely more than a growl. “Elena.”
She turned, her eyes guarded but burning with defiance. Her ar
