Gabriella
"Why are you here?" I can't help myself from asking angrily.
My heart pounds in my chest. My wolf whimpers, torn by her need for her mate, and her loyalty to me. Elijah adjusts himself to sit properly.
"How are you feeling?" he asks, his eyes darting over my face while a concerned frown settles on his mouth.
I snort. "You're seriously asking me that right now?"
He winces and shifts his weight on his hands. His large body practically crowds me against the wall.
He's so close that I can smell him. My lungs gleefully drag in more of his spicy, earthy scent. I want to bury my face in his neck, his chest, his hair: anywhere I can drown in that fragrance.
"About earlier..." His eyes dart away from mine. "It's not what it seemed like."
At the mention of earlier, my rage burns ho
