YELENA

I forced my wolf to calm down. I couldn’t let him see me lose it. Not here. Not now. We needed to be steady. Right.

Right?

He had to be kidding. There was no way he thought he could just waltz in here, claiming her like she was some prize.

“You don’t get to decide that,” I said finally, trying to keep my voice even, but the edge in it betrayed me.

His hand slid down slowly, brushing my waist, just light enough to make me shiver.

“Oh, I do,” he said, his voice was low, ...