I lowered my head slowly, staring at my clenched fist as it rested against my thigh. My breathing was uneven, heat still coursing through my body like wildfire that refused to die out. My wolf was restless beneath my skin, pacing, circling, reacting to a presence that wasn't even here.
How could merely thinking about Anastasia make me react like this?
The bond no, the potential bond felt half-awake, dangerous, and uninvited. I had lived decades with iron control over my instincts, yet she shattered that balance without even trying. And the worst part? She didn't want it. She didn't want me.
Now that she knew about that one night with Hayley five years ago, there was no doubt in my mind she must hate me even more.
My jaw tightened. Regret was a useless emotion for an Alpha, but tonight, it sat heavy in my chest.
