I’d walked out of the room, so I wouldn’t mark her out of anger. Just listening to her tell me she’d willingly kissed one of those rogues made me furious. All I’d wanted was to thrust her against the bed and sink my teeth into her.
But I’d waited three years—three f*****g years. I wanted our moment to be special. Not rash.
I wasn’t Ryker. I wasn’t going to mark a woman out of pure rage—even if she was my woman.
She glared up at me. “You can’t be angry with me, Roman. It was work. It wasn’t like I willingly let someone that I knew liked me live in the pack house and walk around in my own f*****g clothes while my mate was chasing her dreams.”
I clenched my jaw, trying to hold back my wolf, who could never relax when he was with her. He was always there, always vying for her attention, al
