Chapter One-Zero-Eight: Prettily

The light shining through the large window is blinding; Christ, who the hell asked Rhett to change the home’s decor?

The throb of my abdomen and neck is quick to remind me of where I am.

God, everything hurts.

A figure next to me stirs; it takes a minute to realise how tightly Marko has wrapped his arms around me, as if terrified I would leave him in his sleep.

Truthfully, I want to.

But we need to talk.

Seriously, I want to try having sex without passing out. Is my stamina the issue? Jeez, what kind of a wolf has bad stamina? Then again, Marko could be the issue.

Again, my gaze is transfixed on his calm, beautiful face, I want to bury my fingers in his hair, but I do not wish to stir him, not when he has been having sleeping issues. I could stare at him for all of eternity; then again, we do have each other’s eternity, permanently now.

He cannot love another, nor can I.

It is greedy of me, but I like it.

My mate.

Mine.

I want to dwell in the softness of these feelings, but