“But you,” he continued, his gaze softening as he tilted his head, “you couldn’t see it. You couldn’t understand it. Not until now.”
Isla’s breath caught in her throat as she realized what he meant. When Lucian had transformed into his wolf form that night, the night she had been certain he was going to kill her, he hadn’t been trying to attack her.
No.
Her heart stuttered as the truth crashed into her.
He hadn’t wanted to kill her. He had wanted to claim her.
Lucian’s wolf had recognized her as his mate.
Mate.
The word echoed again in her mind, this time with a warmth that melted away some of the fear. But it wasn’t enough to erase the confusion, the betrayal she felt.
Thorne’s smirk widened as he watched the emotions play across her face. “It makes sense now, doesn’t it?” he said
