That deep, familiar hunger stirred again; it was hot, insistent, and Addison felt panic clawing up her spine.
She knew this feeling too well.
It was the same craving that had once driven her past the point of control, the same reckless pull that had made her drain Zion nearly dry. Her breath hitched as fear tangled with want, because Levi wasn't Zion. He wasn't an Alpha built to withstand that kind of strain, that kind of devouring need. If she lost herself again and if she let the hunger take over, she could hurt him. Break him even.
Was that why Levi was acting like this? Why he looked torn between restraint and surrender, as if something inside him was screaming to claim her while another part of him knew the danger?
Maybe. Or maybe not.
Right now, Addison didn't know what was going through Levi's mind.
All she knew was that if she didn't stop him soon, she wouldn't stop herself either.
