Dalia's POV
Back in my dorm room, I couldn't stop my mind from racing with thoughts of Orion and Tulip together. I desperately wanted to push those images away, but they kept flooding back like a relentless tide. What if they were kissing right now? What if Tulip was making her move on him?
"No!" I screamed into my pillow, startling myself with the intensity of my reaction.
Darby stirred restlessly inside me. "Stop fighting this, Dalia. He's our mate."
"Absolutely not," I shot back at my wolf. "He's the one who wanted distance between us. I'm just giving him what he asked for."
"You're being ridiculous," Darby snarled. "I need him. I need to be surrounded by Marshall's scent."
