Eight

D'Angelo

My mind was a mess. Leo had warned me to keep my distance from the lake house for now, but it was taking every morsel of my sanity not to grab my keys, drive to the house, and claim what was mine.

In all my twenty-five years, I had never felt such a deep longing for something that it felt like my very existence hung in the balance.

My image filled my thoughts, refusing to be extinguished. At night, my dreams were filled with visions of me riding her body with the passion of a beast and filling her with my seed.

It was two days of torture. My focus began to wane, and I struggled to concentrate on even the simplest tasks because my mind was constantly drifting back to her.

I caught myself staring blankly at the walls, unable to concentrate on anything else. The coronation party passed in a blur and my wolf raged within me, craving to be closer to our mate.

I needed to shake off this obsession, but it seemed to have taken on a life of its own, growing like a tumor.

On the aft