VANCE'S POV
My wolf was stimulated by the touch of her lips on mine. I could feel my fur slowly sprouting out. I knew if I stayed any longer, I was going to pull her in and have her pinned on the bed.
“You can't get too close, Vance. She has to reject you,” I reminded myself. My heart was bleeding, but it was best for us.
I spent all morning pacing the room I was assigned. All my father's words echoed in my ears.
“If she chooses you, then that's great. She'll be too hurt to fight and that's the plan. If she doesn't…in fact, that's not an option, make her choose you.”
I could not live with the fact that I was here to break her. I couldn't come close to her. I had to make her not choose me, that way, she'd be able to fight fairly for her position.
My dilemma was as real as the lov
