Cole's POV
The room felt smaller with every passing minute. The ticking of my watch was the only sound slicing through the silence, steady and merciless.
I’d been pacing for hours, at least it felt that way. The floorboards had started to groan beneath my boots. It was already dark outside; the moonlight filtered through the glass, sharp and cold and Esme still hadn’t come back.
I rubbed a hand down my jaw, trying to keep my thoughts from running too far. She’d stormed out earlier, angry, furious, actually and I’d let her go with my c**k being ravished in Delilah's mouth. That mistake was already gone from my bed and my mind, but the scent still lingered faintly in the air, souring everything.
Now it was late, and something in me wouldn’t settle.
My wolf had been pacing restlessly u
