The Savage Ultimatum

(He worshipped you, my wolf whispered, smug. Even if he pretended not to. He knew. The second he tasted you, he knew you were his.)

I stepped closer, slowly, until we were almost chest to chest. My hand hovered near my stomach again, not because I was showing it off, but because I needed to remind myself that it was real. That this was real.

“And maybe I should feel guilty for saying this,” I br