Rafael's POV

The second her knees gave out on the gravel, the last thread of control snapped.

Her scent hit the open air without the car to contain it,thick, sweet, cloying, flooding every breath until my mouth watered. She was in heat, breaking, no more suppressants left to blunt it. Underneath it was the deeper note that was purely her, the one I’d first caught in the mansion and had been chasing ever since.

My own body answered like a switch had been thrown. My vision blurred, muscles tightening, my wolf roaring to take, claim, breed, keep. The cold night air did nothing to cool the fever under my skin....