LEANDER'S POV

My Wolf was enraged by her rejection.

The thought of us touching her disgusted her?!

We were the last Wolf she'd ever want to touch?!

That was bullshit. I'd seen her body respond, traces of jealousy, a flush in her cheeks, her increased heartbeat. There was no way she wasn't just as affected as I was by the bond-that ridiculous pull to be with her, even if I didn't much like her. Growling, my Wolf pushed at the restraint of my skin. He wanted out so he could give her a thorough ...