Hunter’s pov:
That was close! I only breathed properly once outside Eden’s room.
I had enough manners to knock. Twice. But she hadn’t replied, and I realized too late – only once I barged into the room – that she had been showering.
My wolf paced in my mind, threatening to take over, willing to bear the burn of her wrath, so long as he got close to his mate, and marked her as his.
I had only had one glance at her, a sweet, torturous glance that told me she was in a towel... and I then made sure not to breathe in too much since. I knew from past experience that her scent could drive me crazy. I dared not think what seeing her in nothing but a towel would do to me.
She wasn't even that startled at the sight of me, and I wondered how she could be so dismissive of a man's presence in
