Lycina’s POV

Theron’s broad body blocks the doorway, his cold eyes locked on me with that unreadable stare.

He’s always been like this ever since.

His hair is tousled from whatever Alpha duties he’s been handling, and his shirt hugs to his muscular chest just enough to remind me how hot he always has been. 

“Why are you always following me?” I ask. My wolf perks up, sensing the tension, but I keep her in check.

Theron doesn’t move at first. He just stands there, arms crossed ...