Elsa
"I'm sorry, Adam," I whispered, feeling like I had crossed a line or done something wrong.
"It's okay," he replied softly, pulling me close to him. "I should have expected it. Your wolf is an Alpha breed, after all. Asserting ownership is in her nature." His words were meant to comfort me, but they only made me feel more inadequate. I couldn’t help but feel like I had failed somehow.
"Would you like some wine?" he asked, changing the subject. I nodded, grateful for the distraction. But as he handed me the glass, my eyes fell on the mark—her mark—Stephanie’s claim on his neck. It was a constant reminder that, no matter what he said or how he acted, a part of him still belonged to someone else.
My heart ached, and I could feel Claire’s quiet sorrow as well. But I didn’t let it sho
