Kyran Pov
I sat outside Freda's door in a wooden chair, trying to focus on anything except what was happening inside that room. Urdon had asked me to stay close, to make sure she had everything she needed. To be there in case something went wrong.
But this was torture. Pure torture.
Through the wooden door, I could hear her. The sound of sheets rustling as she moved restlessly on the bed. Every sound made my body react in ways I desperately wished it would not.
"Stop listening," I told myself. "Focus on something else. Anything else?"
But I could not stop. My wolf was too attuned to the sounds of a female in need. Every moan made my body harder, every whimper made my control slip a little more.
I gripped the arms of the chair so tight my knuckles turned white. The wood creaked under the pressure. I was going to break the chair if I kept this up, but I needed something to hold onto. Some way to keep myself anchored.
