*Scott's POV*

I stood up from the bed the moment I heard Storm walking. I had tried so hard to tame my beast and control myself from marking her. Her scent. Her presence. All making it impossible.

I could only imagine what she was doing at this moment. Restlessly I gaze at the door of the bathroom, trying to penetrate through my thoughts. I walked slowly to the corner of the door. I heard her splashing water, then I heard her sniffling. Now I listened intently for something else but it was quite as a grave yard.

At this point I fought relentlessly with my beast, who was so impatient,...