LEANDER'S POV
My Wolf was enraged by her rejection.
The thought of us touching her disgusted her?!
We were the last Wolf she'd ever want to touch?!
That was bullshit. I'd seen her body respond, traces of jealousy, a flush in her cheeks, her increased heartbeat. There was no way she wasn't just as affected as I was by the bond-that ridiculous pull to be with her, even if I didn't much like her. Growling, my Wolf pushed at the restraint of my skin. He wanted out so he could give her a thorough demonstration of exactly who he was.
She was infuriating! But I shouldn't have expected anything else, not given the genetics running through her body and the vile bastard who raised her. And it was crystal clear from the righteous indignation that flowed from every pore in her body when she looked at me that daddy dearest had obviously kept all of his dirty little secrets away from his precious baby girl. Oh, the stories I could tell. I had the power to tear her pretty world of illusions and non-truths apart.
Okay, I had tried playing nice. I'd tried talking. Talking hadn't gotten me anywhere, so maybe it was time for my mate to get a real lesson in what I was capable of and her new reality.
Abruptly, I stood to my feet. Hycinth gripped the arms of the chair tightly again, a sign I recognized to mean her anxiety was on the rise. Before she could get any other stupid notions of running away in her head, I said shortly, "Let's go see your brother."