Chapter 23

Chase’s pov

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I groaned, stabbing the punching bag aggressively with my fists.

I unleashed my frustration on the punching bag, my fists flying in a flurry of anger. The bag burst, joining the others on the floor. I growled, my wolf howling in my mind.

It was late at night –or early in he morning, depending on what 4 am is to you– and I had been going at the punching bags all night.

I’d returned to my penthouse after my encounter with Elodie, because I couldn’t stand being so close to her. My wolf was going wild in my mind, and I knew if I’d spent the night there, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from fucking her senseless and even marking her.

“Fuck!” I groaned, angry at myself for even thinking about it.

It was impossible. There was no way under the sun that I would be mated to a human.

But why did my wolf howl with possessiveness each time I touched her?

Why did my canines elongate painfully each time I caught a whiff of her scent or looked af her white, milky ne