His mind replayed the moment he had kissed her, Princess Ahcehera. The memory burned vividly, the feel of her soft lips still imprinted on his own.
I feel like... I am going insane!
He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms, as he cursed himself for losing control.
"What the hell was I thinking?" he groaned, pacing the length of his room like a caged wolf.
It wasn't just a kiss. It was more than that. The primal part of him, the werewolf within, had surged to the surface, overriding his rational mind.
He had felt the sharp sting of jealousy when he saw her with his brother earlier that evening.
It had been like a spark igniting a powder keg of possessiveness he didn't even know he carried.
"Damn it!" he growled, slamming his fist against the nearest wall. The dull pain that radiated up his arm did little to ease the storm brewing inside him.
I can't fall for the enemy!
