Roman wasn't concerned about my feelings and tore off my pajamas.

When his calloused hand touched my lower back, I screamed in fear. “Roman!” The deafening scream stopped Roman’s wandering hand.

But he only paused for a moment before pulling at my clothes again. I could sense that his wolf was taking over, and if that happened even more, I wouldn’t be able to get through to him. I’d experienced it when Griffon’s wolf took over, and no words could get through to the animal. Likewise, ...