Chapter 24.2

“Isn’t that a theft of her birthright?” I asked.

Griff cleared his throat. “Fenrir wouldn’t have allowed the alpha magic to transfer if I hadn’t thoroughly subdued her.”

“How was that possible when she was so frigid?” I snarled.

“Cathwulf was a very passionate woman,” he murmured. “Beneath the ivory tower she had built around herself. I wanted to break down her walls, so she could let me in.”

I shook my head. “What does that even mean?”

“There was a barrier between us that I needed to shatter.” Resentment burned through my insides and radiated off my skin. Without meaning to, my hands drifted toward the

gun holsters in my jacket. “Did it work, then?”

“It was the single most pleasurable experience of my life.”

Cold slammed into my chest, and my jaw dropped. I turned to Griff, my lips trembling. “What did you say?”

Instead of looking at me, his eyes were unseeing, as though he was reliving the experience. But the look on his features was pure agony.

“That night, I felt her heart