Fadel’s POV

Everything happened in a blur. My rut had taken over, every instinct raw and uncontrollable, and the memories of the past hours were fragmented at best. The one thing that was crystal clear, painfully so, was that Winter was a virgin, and I had been brutal. That knowledge made my chest tighten in a way I couldn’t explain, a mix of possessiveness, guilt, and something darker that only I could recognize.

Turning to my side, I found her still sleeping, the soft rise and fall of her ...