Kade’s POV**

I was losing the war against myself.

Three days in the safehouse with Isla had pushed me to the edge of sanity. I tried to keep distance — leaving food for her, checking on her from the doorway, barking orders like she was just a prisoner. But every time she looked at me with those wide, defiant eyes, every time she bit her lip or shifted her thighs together, my cock throbbed and my wolf howled inside me.

She was testing me deliberately.

Wearing my shirts that barely covered her ass. “Accidentally” brushing against me in the narrow hallway. Whispering “Kade” in that breathy voice when she thought...