Allison's POV
The tension in Lucian's Maybach was suffocating as we drove in silence. Every few minutes, I caught him glancing at me, his stormy eyes flickering between road and my profile.
When we finally arrived at the pack house, I quickly exited the car, desperate to escape the confining space. All I wanted was a hot shower and the sanctuary of the guest bedroom—anywhere away from him.
I was just heading toward the guest bedroom when a strong hand closed around my wrist.
"Where do you think you're going?" Lucian's voice was low and dangerous, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.
"The guest room," I replied curtly, trying to pull away. "I'm not sharing your bed tonight—or any other night."
Instead of releasing me, Lucian yanked me against him, his chest solid
