Her

CHAPTER FOUR.

RYDER.

Pacing relentlessly and -for the umpteenth time- checking my wristwatch, I was growing more impatient.

It's been two hours since the disaster of a party. Father has ordered me locked up in my chambers, away from any interactions. He wouldn't even let me speak to that Roland - guy, who'd been rushed to the hospital over a minor shoulder dislocation, courtesy of Red's massive claws.

Father thinks I've lost my mind and I might attack another random victim, but he was wrong about me attacking 'random' victims.

The man had something that was calling out to me. He was no random victim, he was attacked for a reason…the scent.

Right now, I got the scent stuck in my head, and staying in here was driving me insane. I needed to be out there, demanding that I see this…Hara. I was dying of curiosity about what she might look like, and how she could be able to arouse so many things in me, with just the whiff of her scent. If she was indeed my mate, then I can't help but wonder