Ainsley stood in front of the couch, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular, yet his mind was consumed by thoughts of Eloise. Why does she always make me feel this way? His heart twisted with frustration. The very idea of her, trembling, submissive, and fearful, made his blood boil.
Suddenly, the soft, almost imperceptible sound of footsteps reached his ears. Ainsley’s senses sharpened, instinctively recognizing her presence. His sharp wolf senses could pick up her scent; hear the quiet shift of her movements, even the slight hesitation in her steps.
Eloise.
He turned to face her, his heart thudding in his chest as he saw the hesitant look in her eyes. His anger flared, and he couldn't hide it. Why is she always so uncertain? He thought bitterly. Why does she never stand tall?
"Stop r
