“Sam…,” Ella began hesitantly, unsure of how to react to the burning furnace at her side. “Sam, please can you relax? I’m not sure I…” she stopped in the middle of the sentence after glancing at his hard profile. That didn’t bode well for her.
He wasn’t even looking in her direction, just striding towards the west wing like his a** was on fire. Judging his tempestuous mood, Ella didn’t dare speak in front of him, lest he unleashed his anger on her. She wasn’t even sure why she was blindly going after him, he was the one who’d asked (no demanded!) that they shouldn’t see each other again.
Now he’d announced to the whole pack that she belonged to him, and that nobody was supposed to touch her. Talk about being confused. To her credit, the previous display of his power had corrupted her bra
