#69

Ryan's POV

I simmered with internal rage as I made my way to the Crescent Moon Packhouse. She was in our hotel room with Raven. Out of all the people in the damn world, why him?

The mere thought of them together, sitting in proximity, drove me mad. My wolf was roaring in my mind the moment I caught sight of him. Every fiber of my being screamed for me to tear him to pieces right there.

I cherished this woman; she was everything I'd ever wanted. I knew I was being unreasonable, but an overwhelming urge to mark her then and there clawed at me. The bond had been relentless these past few days, aching to make her unequivocally mine.

To prevent myself from doing something reckless, I ordered her to travel in another car. Having her beside me would be an invitation to lose control. I needed air, time for the heat surging through my body to subside.

"Mark her!" shouted my wolf.

"Stop meddling; you know the situation is delicate," I tried to reason with him.

He persisted, ignoring my explanat