Adrien.
My fingers tightened around her wrist as I dragged her down the corridor, my strides long and impatient. I could hear the faint echo of our footsteps bouncing off the stone walls, but it did nothing to quiet the noise raging inside my head.
Her scent.
It clung to me. Warm. Soft. Infuriating.
Every time she tried to pull away, even slightly, my wolf snarled in warning. Mine.
I wasn't thinking clearly. I knew that. But clarity was the last thing I wanted right now. All I wanted was to shut the door to my room, pin her against it, and….
Control yourself.
My jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. I had already kissed her once in the hallway like a fool. Like some reckless pup who couldn't restrain himself. And she had looked at me afterward with something that resembled hurt.
That look had unsettled me more than her accusations.
She stumbled slightly as she tried to match my pace.
"Alpha Adrien," she began carefully, her voice steadier than I expected, "you're hurting me."
