Calvin's POV
The door to my room pushed open, and even before the person stepped inside, her intoxicating scent hit my nose, making my wolf lose his damn mind.
"Mate!" he growled in my head—loud and possessive—pacing like a caged beast ready to pounce. His voice vibrated through me, tasting her scent like it was the finest thing in existence.
I clenched my jaw and forced myself to keep my composure, ignoring the rush of heat in my chest. I wasn't about to let my emotions take over.
Nora stepped in quietly, balancing a tray of juice I had requested earlier. Her eyes flicked to mine for the briefest second, and my wolf practically roared again, demanding I claim her.
"Mine." His voice was raw, insistent. "Touch her. Take her."
I inhaled deeply, fighting the urge to let my instincts win. "Thanks," I muttered, my tone polite. My voice came out rough, like gravel, betraying the strain I was under.