Vincent.
Due to the sudden, explosive rage burning deeply inside me, I completely lost my patience.
I reached out blindly, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled Anabel flush against me so there was absolutely no space left between our bodies.
Before she could even process what was happening, I brought my face down and kissed her lips roughly. There was no sweetness or gentleness in the gesture; it was an act of pure dominance, driven by the intense anger and jealousy consuming my mind.
I needed her to know and see that I am better than Noah in every possible way. I wanted to prove to her right then and there that Noah could never match my strength or my passion.
And above all, the fact that she was my fated mate meant that she belonged to me, and she absolutely cannot have another man's name on her lips while standing in my room.
It was an insult to my wolf, and I was going to force her to acknowledge the true bond between us.
