THERON

Her body twisted under my muscles, and I had to pull my muzzle back so I wouldn’t get a nasty bite from those fierce jaws.

"GET A GRIP, DAMN IT!"

My roar made her go rigid.

Through the temporary mark I knew perfectly well she could hear me even if she wasn’t my race.

Her erratic pupils locked onto my wolven ones.

"I’m going to let you go and we’re going to talk, but if you try to run again… know that my patience has a limit."

My rough hand dropped to give her lioness ass a good shake.

She growled, pissed, but held back from attacking.

I lowered her slowly and, the second I loosened my grip, she slipped free with a quick jump back.

Her wariness toward me, that prickly state, had nothing to do with the seductive female from hours ago.

What happened here?

"Why did you leave like that? Why were you running from your mate?!" I tried to keep control, but my temper was breaking the surface.

"My… my mate? Are you really?" A feminine voice filtered into my thoughts.

If it weren’t for ho