I sighed softly, heart aching for the chaos inside him.
His eyes flickered gold, a gleam of wild fury flashing through—but I stepped closer and gently laid a hand on his shoulder.
The change was immediate.
His muscles, taut and ready for violence, relaxed beneath my palm. His wolf pulled back, like he trusted my touch more than his own instincts. His eyes, still glowing faintly, softened when they met mine.
No longer burning, no longer stormy—just something tender. Apologetic.
“I’m sorry, I am sorry, Keya,” he said, voice rough with sincerity. “I… I just wanted to—” He stopped himself, jaw tightening, then let out a breath. “No excuse. I was wrong. I shouldn't have done this.”
And that was why I’d always liked Rhys.
Not just because he was too hot for his own good, though Goddess kn
