King Samuel’s POV:
“That didn’t go too well,” Sarah comments from behind me.
I don’t answer. Instead, I concentrate on not smashing anything close by. I’m furious with myself! I didn’t even get her name! Again! “Why can’t you stay patient?” I ask my wolf and sigh, knowing the answer. My family had warned me this could happen, but it’s still too damn frustrating.
“Can you?” I ask, not giving details. Sarah is an intelligent woman; she won’t need any hints.
“I already got a man in the lobby looking out for her, ready to follow.”
“Thank you.” My shoulders relax a little. I should’ve known Sarah would prepare for my failure.
I shouldn’t have lost control over my wolf. No matter how many lessons we had on the risk of claiming our mate, the instinct became too strong. It might have been ea
