Eddie paced outside Konstantin’s office. He could not believe what he’d done last night. Fucking Bear. He closed his eyes, aware that he still smelled her delicious orange cinnamon fragrance clinging to his skin.
Sweet, sexy Tigress.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
He’d crept out of the guest house sometime before dawn. Alina had been softly asleep, her pretty body bruised from his rough handling of her. Shit. That was why he was no good for her. Couldn’t she see that?
His Bear chuffed and growled inside of him, but he shut the beast down. It was hard, though, knowing his neck bore her bite. The female did not know what she was doing, claiming a monster like him.