Rey is still asleep on his chest. The morning light spills over her hair like molten gold, and something breaks open inside him again, that familiar ache, that possessive heat, that need.

He tightened his arm around her waist, drawing her closer. She stirs but doesn’t wake, her breath warm against his skin.

‘I shouldn’t feel this way. I’ve bedded dozens of women. I’ve had obsessions before. But none of them ever made me feel this unhinged, this aware, this… alive.’ He thought silently.

Rey is different. Dangerously different. His wolf paces restlessly beneath his skin, whispering the same maddening thought since last night.

MARK HER. MAKE HER YOURS. NOW....