My chest rose and fell heavily, anger coursing through my veins as a reflection of me stared back at me angrily.
"Why would you do that… Why did you even do that?" I muttered under my breath, my hands tightening around the edges of the sink.
But Beowulf didn't reply. I slammed my palm against the counter.
"I said how could you?" My voice cracked.
I didn't know what this meant. I didn't want to know. Was it just a bite? A moment of instinct? Or was it something else entirely? My hands curled around the sink again, holding on like it would stop the world from spinning.
Beowulf had never fought me like that before. And he had never tried to take control without warning. He didn't just want to touch her…He wanted to claim her… he fucking marked her.
But she's not my mate, she can't be. Right?
