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but he needed to shower and change for dinner. It wouldn’t do to insult his host by turning up late, even if his wolves demanded he challenge Zebadiah and take over as Rock Prowler alpha immediately.
No way would Titus marry Fleur either, but Viola woke something inside him he thought he’d never feel again. He thrust a handful of gold coins at Iris. “I won’t tell, but you shouldn’t miss out on your pocket money. Now, go get ready for dinner.”
The girl giggled and ran off. After her revelations, he suspected Zebadiah hadn’t fathered Viola. That would explain why the alpha hated her, but it puzzled Titus why she didn’t just up sticks and leave. Iris had mentioned Viola had a leg injury. Maybe she stayed because she was too injured to leave. He growled and forced his inner beasts to calm, but they howled to take Zebadiah’s throat. Wedding Fleur would be worse than marrying into a family of demons. His wolves clamored for him to find Viola and make her his. Yeah, like she’ll have anything to do with me after my performance earlier . He’d jumped to terrible conclusions and misjudged her so completely that he deserved her contempt rather than more of her addictive kisses.
The guilt started again. For over a hundred years, he’d stayed loyal to Jilly. He shouldn’t lust after another female or consider her welfare before his own—but he did. The way he’d mistreated Viola sent his inner wolves into a frenzy. Even in human form, he wanted to slink off somewhere and lick his self-inflicted wounds.
He needed to tread carefully to coax Viola into accepting him after his stupid threats and the way he’d shoved her to the floor. Rather than barge in and shower her with jewels or take her a forest of fresh flowers, he needed to find the perfect gift. Since Iris had told him Viola couldn’t hunt, taking her fresh meat seemed his best way forward.
Just thinking about hunting and providing for her fulfilled a deep-seated need inside him. Only, even if she forgave him, Viola deserved better than a man riddled with guilt over driving his true-mate away.
* * * *
Dinner in Zebadiah’s stronghold dragged on for hours. Titus’s eyelids felt heavy, and he stifled a couple of yawns. Even his bones ached. The afternoon’s confrontation with Viola had left him emotionally exhausted. Meeting Zebadiah and his prospective bride-to-be had left him reeling.
Titus had spent over a century mired in guilt over not keeping Jilly safe. Now he felt like an earthquake shook his world’s foundations. His connection to Jilly felt less constricting, and for the first time in decades he could breathe freely. While his instincts told him his attachment to Viola was…impossible, his heart performed a happy wiggle dance—just the way a bee did when it found honey.
His weariness surprised him since his friends described him a 24-7, beat-your-brains-out-if-you-mess-with-me kind of guy. His wolves constantly prowled inside him, ready to punch the lights out of anyone stupid enough to antagonize him. Tonight they felt calm but weary. Titus wasn’t used to feeling this peaceful inside.
The more Fleur flirted, the less he liked her, and her incessant chatter drove him crazy. Unlike Viola, Fleur would never stand up to him if he raged at her, let alone threaten him back. Viola’s kisses had sent him into a tailspin. She’d opened her sweet-tasting lips and poured all her passion into that one precious kiss. At least, she had until she realized whose mouth claimed hers. Then she’d bitten his tongue. Her spirit enchanted him, and he needed to know her better. That way he might get to kiss her again.
Iris sent a servant to say she didn’t feel well, so Fleur went to check on her. Moments later, Fleur swept back into the room and told them Iris would have a light meal in her room.
Each course took forever to arrive, and Titus wondered if Fleur could eat any slower. She certainly didn’t enjoy her meal, not if the way she picked at
No way would Titus marry Fleur either, but Viola woke something inside him he thought he’d never feel again. He thrust a handful of gold coins at Iris. “I won’t tell, but you shouldn’t miss out on your pocket money. Now, go get ready for dinner.”
The girl giggled and ran off. After her revelations, he suspected Zebadiah hadn’t fathered Viola. That would explain why the alpha hated her, but it puzzled Titus why she didn’t just up sticks and leave. Iris had mentioned Viola had a leg injury. Maybe she stayed because she was too injured to leave. He growled and forced his inner beasts to calm, but they howled to take Zebadiah’s throat. Wedding Fleur would be worse than marrying into a family of demons. His wolves clamored for him to find Viola and make her his. Yeah, like she’ll have anything to do with me after my performance earlier . He’d jumped to terrible conclusions and misjudged her so completely that he deserved her contempt rather than more of her addictive kisses.
The guilt started again. For over a hundred years, he’d stayed loyal to Jilly. He shouldn’t lust after another female or consider her welfare before his own—but he did. The way he’d mistreated Viola sent his inner wolves into a frenzy. Even in human form, he wanted to slink off somewhere and lick his self-inflicted wounds.
He needed to tread carefully to coax Viola into accepting him after his stupid threats and the way he’d shoved her to the floor. Rather than barge in and shower her with jewels or take her a forest of fresh flowers, he needed to find the perfect gift. Since Iris had told him Viola couldn’t hunt, taking her fresh meat seemed his best way forward.
Just thinking about hunting and providing for her fulfilled a deep-seated need inside him. Only, even if she forgave him, Viola deserved better than a man riddled with guilt over driving his true-mate away.
* * * *
Dinner in Zebadiah’s stronghold dragged on for hours. Titus’s eyelids felt heavy, and he stifled a couple of yawns. Even his bones ached. The afternoon’s confrontation with Viola had left him emotionally exhausted. Meeting Zebadiah and his prospective bride-to-be had left him reeling.
Titus had spent over a century mired in guilt over not keeping Jilly safe. Now he felt like an earthquake shook his world’s foundations. His connection to Jilly felt less constricting, and for the first time in decades he could breathe freely. While his instincts told him his attachment to Viola was…impossible, his heart performed a happy wiggle dance—just the way a bee did when it found honey.
His weariness surprised him since his friends described him a 24-7, beat-your-brains-out-if-you-mess-with-me kind of guy. His wolves constantly prowled inside him, ready to punch the lights out of anyone stupid enough to antagonize him. Tonight they felt calm but weary. Titus wasn’t used to feeling this peaceful inside.
The more Fleur flirted, the less he liked her, and her incessant chatter drove him crazy. Unlike Viola, Fleur would never stand up to him if he raged at her, let alone threaten him back. Viola’s kisses had sent him into a tailspin. She’d opened her sweet-tasting lips and poured all her passion into that one precious kiss. At least, she had until she realized whose mouth claimed hers. Then she’d bitten his tongue. Her spirit enchanted him, and he needed to know her better. That way he might get to kiss her again.
Iris sent a servant to say she didn’t feel well, so Fleur went to check on her. Moments later, Fleur swept back into the room and told them Iris would have a light meal in her room.
Each course took forever to arrive, and Titus wondered if Fleur could eat any slower. She certainly didn’t enjoy her meal, not if the way she picked at
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