Levi, on the other hand, knelt down beside them and gently took Addison's hands in his own, treating them with reverence. He was feeling the same emotions that Maxwell did, the aching jealousy, the burn of possessiveness, but his wolf was quieter, more controlled.
Perhaps it was because he was a Beta and not an Alpha; the instinct to claim wasn't as overpowering. Still, it lingered just beneath the surface, only a step away from spilling over.
Despite the tension tightening in his chest, Levi held it together. He lifted Addison's hand to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her knuckles before guiding her palm to his cheek. The contact grounded him, soothed some of the fire roaring in his veins. He closed his eyes for a moment, silently willing himself to wait; his time would come.
