Tristan’s POV
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Fuck, f**k, f**k!
What the hell is wrong with me? I went back to my room after I had dinner. I was a little bit frustrated that Zoey didn’t attend the dinner but at the same time happy because I was more than sure that she would have ended the evening by ruining my mood. I am still not easy with the fact that she is here, but if I want to have a moment of peace and not fight with Viggo, Rose and even Nico about this issue, I need to use her as my surrogate.
Only the fact that she was right next door made me become agitated. How the hell I am going to ignore the bond mate when this woman is suffocating me with her scent. Viggo was right. She imprinted that scent in my being.
I leaned in my bed and tried to calm down. All I need is to control Viggo. I am more than a man
