Hunter's pov
This scent…
The wrist I am holding is small and warm. An echo of remembrance lashes through me but it’s gone as fast as it comes. Wolfsbane works its way into my system and all I can think of is how I held Scarlett’s wrist like this once.
How I squeezed it and dragged her by that wrist. She would scream and she would beg and
The wrist in my hold is yanked away in one swift move and when I open my eyes, the ones that meet mine peer at me with open defiance and fury.
Roman’s assistant is breathing a bit heavily and though my brain sparks with pain from the mate bond backlash, I smile.
No one can resist me for too long.
Roman won’t ever give her what she wants. He’s been a prude ever since he was young, believing in being faithful, in waiting for his mate. A mate I banged the hell out of even while she was with him.
“Wishing you a speedy recovery, Mr. Tyson.”
My wolf whimpers in pleasure at the sound of her voice and for the first time in hours, a trickle of relief surges th
