Velvet’s POV

Something in me changed after that night in his study.

It wasn’t the heat, or my feelings. The way he had pinned me, trembling with great effort of restraint himself, the way his wolf had hovered between wanting to claim me and teaching me the steps for my mate to claim me, this sparked a flame in me.

It was my desire to keep him to myself.

Zavian wanted me.Badly. Just as much as I wanted him.

And Selina suspected it.

The more she hovered around him in the pack house, the more obvious it became that she wasn’t just a harmless guest overstaying her welcome. She wanted...