I swung the door open, expecting Cullen's familiar face. Instead, what I found sent a wave of heat and power over me as I collided with Gamma Rhett's broad chest. My breath seized as I was caught between shock and an urge that sent shivers down my spine.
What was he doing here? Panic surged through me.
Kylo could walk in any minute and find his father standing on my doorstep. The thought sent a wave of nausea washing over me. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to slam the door in his face, yet my body, traitorously, moved aside to usher him in.
The mate bond was a cruel twist of fate that made resistance a constant battle for me. My Wolf was also a betrayal because the sight of this man sent her out of control.
Longing. Urge. craving.
"Gamma Rhett," I acknowledged him, my voice strained.
"Isleen," he rumbled, his gaze sweeping over me, searching for heaven knows what. "Are you alright after the attack?"
It was none of his business.
