Twenty-Two

Parker's P.O.V.

I had been turned on before, but never before like this. Sitting in that interrogation, knowing that I had left my mate horny and excited, had me on edge the entire time. I knew they could probably smell her on me, which was normal for our kind, and I was proud to be claimed by her in that way.

Abram, in particular, was smirking the entire time as they drug out my questioning. He was getting a sick sense of satisfaction from watching me squirm in my chair. It was obvious to me that they were aware that my mind was elsewhere, and wanted to make me suffer for their amusement. Knowing most of the council members from my time training at the Supreme Pack, I knew they were busting my balls on purpose.

The desperation I felt to get home was new to me, and I had been ready to run right through the wall to get to my mate sooner instead of using the door and going all the way around the building.

My wolf was angry at me for putting my duty and responsibilities over our mate