Nicholas’s POV
“You need to stop pacing and calm down.”
Marco’s voice cut through the haze in my head. He was leaning against the far wall of my office, arms crossed, one ankle hooked over the other watching me like I was a caged animal about to rip the bars apart.
I didn’t stop pacing.
“How the f**k can I calm down?” The words came out rough, more growl than speech. “What if she’s with Dimitri right now? What if that bastard is already in her room? He's unmated. He's always f*****g close to her. One whiff of her scent and he'll—”
My hands clenched into fists so tight my knuckles bleached white. Pain shot up my arms but it was nothing compared to the war raging inside my chest. My wolf was clawing, snarling, throwing himself against the bars I’d spent years building. He wanted out. He
