Anger rushed through my veins, fury through my limbs, pain through my heart. Everything I did was for her, and she continued to choose Roman over and over again without even looking at this whole situation from a logical point of view.
He wanted her to have his f*****g pups—his pups!—in the middle of a f*****g war.
his pups!—If that didn’t scream corrupt to her, I didn’t know if anything could.
Stepping onto my property, I shifted into my human form, found some clothes in a house at the border, and stormed to the prison. I had a bone to pick with my prisoner because this didn’t make f*****g sense. Nothing did.
Isabella should’ve felt the heat last night. My wolf had.
He’d felt every agonizing second without his mate by his side.
After convincing the guards to take a break, I snatched
