Chapter Eleven – The Alpha’s Struggle
Tristan
The walls of his office seemed to close in on him with every step he took. Back and forth, boots grinding against the stone floor, Tristan prowled like a caged beast.
He could still smell her. Even here, away from the infirmary, her scent clung to him—wildflowers and rain. His pulse refused to calm, his skin burned with restless energy, and Thorne… Thorne was becoming impossible.
You left her bound, the wolf growled, furious. Rope on her skin, humiliation on her spirit. That is not how you treat a mate.
“She’s not my mate,” Tristan hissed, slamming a fist down onto his desk. Parchments jumped from the impact. “Not yet. Not until I know she is safe for us. For the pack.”
Safe? Thorne snarled, pacing inside him with snapping teeth. She b
