Nolan’s POV

I must be losing my mind.

Zeph—my wolf—was howling loudly in my head.

[Nolan, what are you waiting for? The woman you desire is right inside. I can smell her scent. Now's your chance! Go in! Claim her!]

Normally, I would never give in to its demands. I would have immediately turned away from Viviana's bedroom door, pretended I had never been here.

But tonight, after downing seven—or perhaps eight—bottles ...