Robin's POV
I couldn’t sleep.
The garage. Sonia's lips. The taste of her. It was so sweet like summer berries, and she was innocent. So seriously innocent. My love for her was a fire in my blood I couldn’t put out.
My wolf rumbled inside me, restless. I had a mate now And I needed to act.
“She’s not,” I growled into the dark of my bedroom. My room was dark. Black sheets, black walls were all around without colour and llife. Just like I’d wanted it for twenty-five years.
Now all I could see was pink.
I got up, pulling on a pair of black jeans. I needed to run. I saw a need to ride until the wind tore her memory away.
I stalked down the silent hallways towards the garage. My mind was suddenly bothered. Sonia was my own son's rejected mate. It became a complication now, and a weakness
