27. Genevieve

Two nights passed, there wasn’t much I could do whilst waiting for Cillian to return. Priya constantly pushed and urged me to return to White Forest. I found myself packing a bag but pushed it away in frustration.

I need to live without him. To go running back after a couple of days, I knew exactly what would happen. One hit of that spicy scent and I’d lose my mind. All that willpower I’m kidding myself about would vanish. My panties would hit the floor faster than the rucksack at one dirty look from my mate.

/Why is that such a bad thing?/ she whined, filling my brain with memories of the cell. How the exquisitely rough, desperate screwing against the stone wall had softened. I hated that my wolf exploited the moments I loved the most.

The way he suddenly became so tender in the darkness. His touch was soft yet still dominating every second of pleasure causing me to snap in an entirely different way. That was the point where my heart was truly lost to him. I might have been able t