Soren's POV:
I watched with growing irritation as a maid at the back of the bustling room brought out a plate specially for Darcy. Out of all the available seats in this place, she had to select the one right next to me. It felt infuriatingly deliberate; no matter how many signals I threw her way, it seemed like the girl was completely oblivious to my discomfort. I was becoming increasingly fed up with this situation. I needed my personal space—no, I desperately needed my mate. My wolf was already on edge, practically itching to bite her head off if she didn’t take the hint and just leave me alone. The last thing I wanted was to engage with her, so I tried to ignore her completely. But her incessant breathing, the maddening sound of her chewing, and the way her knees kept rubbing mine un
