CONNOR POV
Addicted.
There was no other way to describe it.
I had been addicted to her from the moment she stepped into my orbit, from the moment her scent carved itself into my lungs and ruined me for anything else. And watching Grace shatter beneath me, because of me, only me… that had been the sweetest, darkest kind of destruction I had ever known.
Cain hated the fact that she wasn’t a virgin, hated the idea that someone else had ever touched what was meant to be ours. Wolves are loyal beings; one mate for life. No exceptions. No resets. No second chances.
Our instincts are ancient, territorial, carved into bone.
But she didn’t know.
She hadn’t spent her life with the certainty that there was someone, somewhere, shaped exactly for her.
She hadn’t grown up with fate breathing dow
