I hated it. I hated seeing her with him.
But I couldn't stop myself from wanting to know... Did you feel it too? Did she feel that burning in her chest when he looked at her?
No, I couldn't think like this. It was too dangerous.
Too f*****g dangerous.
My fists clenched, and I turned my head, forcing myself to calm down. I locked eyes with her again, my wolf still urging me to do something, to make sure no one else touched her.
“Why do you care?” she whispered, and I looked down at her face, her tear-streaked cheeks. A single tear rolled down her face, and without thinking, my thumb wiped it away. My breath caught in my throat, my heart thundering in my chest as I touched her skin.
I didn’t know why I cared so much. But I did. I always had. And now, with this ache in my chest, it was
