Chapter 2

The rest was a blur of heat, sweat, and primal rhythm. It lasted all night.

In the chaos, he kept growling "mate," even though I knew I’d lost my chance at a bond.

My wolf, usually proud, was whimpering in submission.

I’d never felt her like this.

But there was no time to think. I was lost in the electricity of his touch.

I woke up before dawn in a penthouse overlooking the most expensive district in the city.

My body was sore, covered in marks.

The other side of the King-size bed was empty, but I could hear the shower running.

I panicked.

I threw on his oversized dress shirt, grabbed my heels, and bolted.

I caught a cab, my heart hammering against my ribs.

Behind me, at the floor-to-ceiling window, the man stood shirtless, a massive tattoo covering his chest.

He watched my taxi pull away, a towel wrapped low on his hips. He picked up his phone.

"Watch her every move," he commanded.

"If she sheds a single tear, I'll have your heads."