Its scent overwhelmed your senses, sending your inner wolf into a frenzy. Instinct took over as Sephiroth gripped your hair, tilting your head to the side, exposing your neck. His warm breath ghosted over your skin before his tongue traced along the sensitive spot, a deep growl vibrating in his chest. Your breath hitched—he was on the verge of marking you, claiming you as his.

But then, with a frustrated snarl, he pulled away. His claws dug into his palms as he forced himself to step back, his glowing green eyes clouded with conflicting emotions.

“Damn it… why did it have to be you?”

Sephiroth was the right hand of the pack’s Alpha, Rufus Shinra—a man who had already set his sights on you. Loyalty was ingrained in him, even at the cost of his own desires.