Reed POV:
Yeah, I left.
Left before my stupid wolf decided to do something irreversible like marking her.
The way she was lying there... the scent she was throwing off...
It was driving me insane.
Driving him insane.
A human.
A pathetic, fragile, breakable human.
Making me — a born Alpha — almost lose every shred of control I ever bled to earn.
Making me want to kneel down, mark her, pledge loyalty so deep it would shame my ancestors.
It was sickening.
Infuriating.
Terrifying.
I wasn't supposed to feel like this.
Not for her.
Not for anyone.
But every time she whimpered in her sleep, every time her scent hit me just right, it was like the universe grabbed my soul in a chokehold and reminded me — she was mine.
Claimed.
Chosen.
And me?
I was fighting a losing battle with myself.
So yeah.
I left.
I ran, if you wanna call it that.
Better a coward for one night than a monster for a lifetime.
