#23 No Regrets

Aldrich

I look at Ava over my shoulder as I strip out of my clothes. She still has her back turned to me. I curse myself for pulling that trick on her, but if I had to do it again, I probably would.

She needed to be raging mad to throw that kind of power at me. I knew without a shadow of doubt that she wouldn't harm me, no matter how mad she was, but if it was an enemy, she wouldn't have held back. I don’t know how I know it, I just do.

Our mate can never harm us, my wolf says from inside me. He’s clearly losing his mind. I ignore him. The sooner he lets go of this notion that Ava is our fated mate, the better it is for both of us.

I know she’s more powerful than she believes herself to be, because in my wolf form, I can sense the tremendously strong pulsations of power thrumming inside her. We might not have magic, but our senses are highly evolved.

I won't be doing anything like this again, but this one time, I believe it was essential. I saw an opportunity, and took it. It was mor