Ch. 9

Dane’s POV

If there were a way to do it, I would have punched myself hard for having kissed Raya. I couldn’t stand the thought of Garret kissing her, so I took the opportunity from him. I didn’t expect to feel an intense hunger for her. It was somehow stronger than the one I had already been feeling. I wasn’t sure what was causing it, but it made me want to mark her, despite not knowing if she was truly my mate. I had to resist the urge to pull her in closer, to deepen the kiss, and instead I had to push her away. When I looked into her eyes and saw the tears welling up, my heart shattered. I had caused her pain, not Garret. It was my fault, and I despised myself for losing control in that way. I may be a werewolf, but I am not some mindless beast.

‘She seemed to like it.’ Lucian tried to excuse the action, but his words only caused me further irritation.

‘Then why was she crying?’ My mood was palatable and clearly read on my face as the pack members moved out of my way the moment th