Thorne’s P.O.V

I blew out a breath, propping against the stone countertop in the wine cellar. With a hand resting on the surface, I leaned forward, pouring myself a drink as my mind drifted to Enzo.

The recent pressure from work and the war with the Lycan King had been so overwhelming for him, but that wasn’t the problem. He was bothered about the human that he had fallen in love with because while we were on a mission to save our men from Reginald, he had spotted her again.

Not spotted. He stalked her. I mean, she was married. Why would he be so obsessed with her after everything...