Archer’s P.O.V.
“f**k!” I roared, once I had closed the door between us. I was so f*****g mad right now. My wolf was snarling at me and I couldn’t even blame him for doing that. I wanted to kick my own ass right now.
FUCKING i***t!
I had told Bec to stop. Not because I wanted her to stop. f**k no, I wanted to claim and mark her on that damned sofa if need be. But this situation wasn’t what I wanted her to have. She was f*****g perfect, so her marking and claiming should have been perfect as well. Not this, not the two of us in a house that held zero memories for the both of us. On the sofa, while Nikki was in her stroller a few feet further away from us. I wanted to claim her in my own bed, our bed. The bed where I would sleep with her for the rest of my life. Our mating bed. I wanted i
