The moment I step out of that damn room, I feel like punching a wall. My boots hit the wooden floor with heavy thuds as I stalk down the hallway.
Her scent—Kali—still clings to me like a curse I can’t shake off. My wolf growls low inside me, agitated and restless.
She said date.
Fucking date—like we’re humans in some cheesy goddamn romance novel. Like I’m a lovesick i***t chasing fairy tales, or worse, just some guy she met in a damn coffee shop. Not the male the moon goddess made for her.
Fuck.
I rake a hand through my hair, my jaw clenched so tight it aches. If my Beta hadn’t mindlinked me when he did, I swear—I would’ve pinned her against that door and tasted her sinful lips until she remembered exactly who the hell I am. I would’ve silenced every doubt with my mouth, my tongue, my
