I stood outside the door like an i***t.
One hand rested on the handle, the other clenched uselessly at my side. I’d stormed through the palace like a man possessed, ready to break through every door until I got to her—and now I was hesitating like a lovesick fool.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I closed my eyes and took a breath. My c**k was still half-hard from the damn thoughts of her that filled my head, and now I had to find a way to act like I was here out of logic, not lust. That I was in control. That I was still the f*****g Alpha King.
With a quiet growl, I turned the handle and pushed the door open.
And there she was.
Raven.
Sitting on my bed.
Wearing my shirt.
Just my shirt.
Legs crossed, one foot bouncing lazily in the air. Her wild hair was loose, cascading over her
