RYKER
I couldn't fucking sleep last night knowing she was in my father's room.
In his bed.
The thought of his hands on her body, the body I had just claimed hours before, made my wolf claw at my insides with pure rage.
She was mine. Not his. Mine.
I had fucked her first. I had tasted her. I had made her scream my name while my cock was buried deep inside her tight pussy. That made her mine regardless of whatever bullshit mating arrangements they were planning.
I laid in my bed staring at the ceiling all night, imagining him touching her. Imagining his hands where my hands had been. My mind wouldn't stop torturing me with images of them together.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her underneath him instead of underneath me.
It made me want to break things. Specifically, my father's face.
When dawn finally broke, I went straight to her room and let myself in. I had a key to every room in this house. Perks of being the heir who everyone assumed would be Alpha one day.
