Lara's POV
I burst through the doors at full speed, my hands trembling uncontrollably. I clenched them into fists at my sides, forcing my breathing to steady.
He kissed me.
The memory burned—his hand sliding possessively around my neck, the desperate crash of his mouth against mine, the way Storm’s raw power had surged through him like wildfire in dry grass. For one treacherous second, my body had remembered everything. It had *wanted*. Then fury ignited, and my palm cracked across his face before rational thought could catch up.
I didn’t regret the slap. I regretted how deeply I still felt it.
I pressed a hand to my chest, willing my wolf to settle. She prowled just beneath my skin, snarling and pacing, torn between wheeling around to tear Matteo apart and dragging him into the neare
