A distance

Rygan’s POV

I should have stayed away.

The first time I tasted Elise’s body, I felt her alluring skin against mine, scented because of my rut. I took it as just my wolf reacting to any female, repeating it like a mantra in my head.

Kyren had forced many females onto me before, so it had to have meant nothing. But it was no mistake the second I took her to bed in that abandoned cabin. Something changed.

Elise felt perfect in my arms; my wolf was hungry and yearned for more of her; and a sinister yet feral part of me was satisfied that I was the one who took her virginity and that I was the only one who tasted her skin and virgin hole first.

But it was all a mistake, it had to be, especially when I woke and remembered the promise that my family made to Alvira's parents, who helped my father, with a promise to join our house, a betrothal to have Alvira as my future mate.

It left a bitter taste in my mouth, knowing that I had to avoid her. I couldn’t bear the crestfallen loo