EMBER’S POV
My heart is hammering. This isn’t the smooth, controlled Rafael I’ve come to expect. The one who never truly bared his cards. This is something else. Something… darker.
“That wasn’t for you.”
“No?” He leans in, close enough that I can smell his cologne — something warm and spiced, nothing like Knox’s addictive scent. “Because it felt like a message, querida. It felt like you were showing me exactly what I’m not allowed to have.”
“You’renotallowed to have it. That’s the point. I’m with Knox.”
“With Knox.” He says it like the words taste sour. “Yes. I saw exactly howwithKnox you were. His hands under your dress. Your body moving against his f*****g c**k like you were already—” He stops, then he breathes. His wolf is right there, flickering gold in the depths of his eyes. “Do
