Jasmin's POV
"Who were you with?"
The dangerous edge in Max's voice cut through the air like a blade. This wasn't curiosity. This was territorial fury barely held in check.
My body went rigid, the breath freezing in my lungs. I had completely forgotten Max would be here. He looked absolutely murderous, clearly catching Swift's scent all over me. His usually gentle hold turned iron-tight around my waist, possessive and unforgiving, while his wolf's continuous snarls flickered behind his darkening eyes.
My pulse hammered against my ribs as conflicting emotions crashed through me. I had never felt the need to justify myself to anyone, but something about the wild fury blazing in his gaze warned me that my silence could unleash something dangerous.
"I was with Swift. He was going through his rut and I helped him get back to his room."
"HE WAS IN RUT AND YOU HELPED HIM?!"
