042 | Bold of you to be throwing accusations around

Caleb‘s POV

I kept tossing and turning in the bed. Don’t laugh – but I was too damned hot. I wasn’t used to sleeping in silk fucking sheets, either. Everything about this place was making me itch.

I’d thought I’d be able to relax once we’d retired to the guest room – once we were finally away from the Alpha and Luna’s prying eyes – but I couldn’t settle. My need for Rhiannon was ever-present, and stronger now than it had been in the day. With nothing to distract myself from it, I was stuck missing someone I at once both craved intimately and barely knew.

I woke up and reached for Ames, only to feel the cool, empty indent where her body had been.

Sitting up, I reached for the glass of water on the nightstand and sipped at it, rubbing one of my temples with one of my thumbs. A headache was blooming there. As I focused on it, it grew sharper. I winced.

Then came the pain. Not my own physical pain, oh no. This was the spicy kind, the kind that I felt only from Amelia through our forced