Chapter 91

• Jack Rider
• She was truly breathtaking—my mate was the most beautiful she-wolf I had ever seen. I had summoned every ounce of my willpower to stop myself from ravaging her the first day I saw her at the club, and now, it was no different. But, of course, this insolent woman had to interrupt our moment.
• The audacity. Hugging me like she had any right. I shoved her off me with such force that she stumbled backward and hit the door. My wolf was teetering on the edge of fury, eager to shred her to pieces for daring to touch me.