The Alpha's Restraint

POV: Ryker.

I stood frozen in the open doorway of my office. The cold brass handle bit deep into my palm, the solid wood frame creaking and splintering under my white-knuckled grip long after Avery’s frantic footsteps had faded down the stone corridor. She was gone. Her delicate scent—usually a sweet, grounding anchor that pulled at my wolf’s deepest instincts—lingered heavy in the stale air of t