Keith
The mere thought of Ben touching Hope... Holding her….comforting her...
It is enough to make my blood boil, to loosen the reins of my control until I was nothing but instinct and action.
My thoughts fracture into shards of rage and possessiveness. Every cell in my body screams at me to stop it, to stop her from walking away and seeking out the golden haired brute for comfort.
There shouldn't be any other male but me on her mind when she's hurt or scared or in need.
My wolf and Lycan merge, their feeling becoming a tidal wave of raw power. My beast is desperate to be free, to end this—end him—before Ben could get anywhere near Hope.
It doesn't matter that he wanted Tessa, it doesn't matter that Hope had finally confirmed what I already knew, that they weren't together.
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