de

room. The fucking slab of wood that seems to

d, her voice cautious, and

"Hi, my love. What state are

he hazel eyes. "Weary"

lia, about what you saw downstairs between Lavinia and me..." I rambled on. To be honest, I don't ev

tiness I'm so accustomed to. "

me. "It's not an excuse, O

inter

. With a cold look in her eyes, she look

and evade my presence. It had bee

feel my heart turn over like a pu

y from me

into the bed next to her, her body rolls toward me as a result o

." She recoils f

n, Ophelia. I simply mus

rs in her sleep, so I loosen my grip without letting go. Her body temperature feels cold, hardly warmer

re mothers to delivery than it had in the previous five years combined. A number of the younger wolves have experienced alcohol-related issues. They are fighting at school, t

thinking about Lavinia. I refuse to squander this

sed, I d

Very, very good. She feels so ideal. Up unti

making her remain with me. Without saying a word, she freezes and then l

inebriated from fatigue. My birthday bash went horribly wrong. After having a brief conversation with a coupl

ase just let

. I often consider coercing her into accepting me as her partner and leader. There must be another wolf, another male w

e, let's not t

the impression that the moment I leave this room, you will resume acting as though I don

male friends who had lovers before I met Ophelia, but I detest it and find it impossibl

me, but tears are starting to gather on

ould never harm you in that way, fuck. I apologize; I'

eck, I'm unable to read her. "Ophelia? Tell me something,

leave,

u have feelings for another man?" I push the qu

hosting guests. This cannot continue in its current form. My companion is you. We are bonded together whether we want

eeth because I'm so tense. My heart is pounding with wrath. fury. Ophelia would have been in my arms