Chapter 13
Trista's POV
His hand clamped my wrist like a cold lock, hauling me back against his chest.
Up close, her scent—not mine—seeped through the fabric: warm, sweet, and carrying a damp humidity.
My wolf's ears flattened, giving a low warning in my mind, "Retreat."
My throat constricted. I flashed back to the moment under the awning—the way he had completely sheltered her.
Nausea surged in my gut.
I shoved him away violently. My fingers rubbed the wrist he had squeezed red. I shouted, losing control, "Don't touch me."
I stared into his eyes, speaking slowly and clearly, "You have another she-wolf's pheromones on you. My wolf can't stand it."
The air felt sliced by a thin blade.
His face hardened. His Alpha aura dropped low, but it still crushed every sound in the room. "Tri
