Jericho
The first time I had my fingers inside her, my Lycan and I made a decision.
What had previously been a 'neither of us gets to touch her' had instantly become 'it didn't matter who I fucked over. Maisie Adams was mine."
I never truly believed it would happen. I had prided myself on self-control. It was acceptable to obsess from afar. To steal her pretty underwear as sacred keepsakes. To watch her while she slept. To follow her through the dark like a silent shadow. To stand in the shadows while her stupid wolf-mate fumbled her in an alley and somehow keep my murderous rage leashed.
Let her choose. Let her decide. I refused to ruin her life.
I didn't know when exactly that changed. Maybe it was the first time she'd caressed the scar on my face. Or the first time she had called me beautiful. Or maybe it was the first night Tessa had been here, slipping into my bedroom even when she knew how terrible it got with my nightmares, how in those moments, I was my most vulnerable.
