Chapter 120

Leo The Mediterranean sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon as I stepped onto the terrace, watching Victoria's sleeping form through the open doorway. Even in slumber, she captivated me—her chestnut hair splayed across the pillow, her lips slightly parted, her scent a bewitching mix of wildflowers and something uniquely hers that called to my wolf. Ronan stirred restlessly within me. *She should not wander alone.* *She's not a prisoner,* I reminded my wolf, though I shared his protective instincts. Yesterday had been torture. Every minute Victoria was away from the villa, Ronan had paced inside me, demanding we track her, ensure her safety. It had taken every ounce of my considerable self-control to give her the freedom she so desperately craved. I ran a hand through my hair, the tension in my shoulders refusing to ease. Before Victoria had returned yesterday, I'd spent hours ensuring the island was secure. Every café she might visit, every beach she might explore—I'd had my