Claire's POV

A week passed by and I barely left my room. I avoided wolf interaction as much as possible, mostly Darien's.

Finally, I summoned courage and walked right into his room without knocking. I was met with a wide, masculine back. My eyes trailed down the spine to meet dark, tight briefs hugging his waist and tight butt.

My wolf was yelping and itching to bed her mate.

He didn't seem to notice my presence in the room. Maybe he did with the way his spine straightened as he ...