Seraphine's POV
Theodore had become utterly consumed with possessing me. For days now, he had barely let me leave our bedroom, his primal need to claim me growing stronger with each passing hour. One morning, I finally managed to convince him to let me join him for breakfast in the dining room, though even then he insisted I sit perched on his lap like some sort of trophy.
The intensity in his dark eyes whenever he looked at me made my pulse race. His wolf was barely restrained beneath the surface, and I could feel his desperate need to make me his in every possible way.
Alpha, Kayne's urgent voice cut through the mind link while Theodore was feeding me fresh berries with deliberate slowness.
Theodore's jaw clenched as he completely ignored his Beta's attempt at communication. I waited, sensing the tension that suddenly radiated from my mate's powerful frame.
