Xander stepped out of the shower. He reached for the white towel by the towel rail, wrapping it around his midsection, before reaching for another and starting to dry his hair. The night had been long, even for him. It had been a constant battle with himself to stop him from heading back to Tazanna’s house and really showing her who her mates were. It was even tougher for Dustin. His wolf demanded that he go out and mark his mate, punish her for the insults she hurled at them.
Walking into his room, he threw the towel on the floor before walking to the closet where his clothes hung. The hotel room had become his home, but he still did miss his own wardrobe back home.
A frown marred his brows as he heard a loud banging on the door. Checking at the time, it was a bit early for room service
