Changing the Sequence (2)

Tristan's POV.

The light seeping through the window disturbed my sleep; it seemed I had forgotten to close the window after she had come in. the first time I had woken up so late in the morning.

I smiled in my sleep. She was my drug. It was surprising how I hadn't even blinked during the night—very unlike me.

If I had been told in a million years that I would choose one woman over my whole pack, I would have laughed at the person in the face and left, not before clawing the hell out of them anyway.

But here she was, and I stretched my hand, feeling the bed for her. My lids flew open.

I was alone on the bed.

I groaned in frustration. What was she hiding from, especially when I was damn ready to show her off to the world, not giving a damn about their opinions?

I sat on the bed, stretching and raking my fingers through my messy hair.

I sighed hard, feeling the slight sting on my shoulders and back, where she had clawed at me in ecstasy, eyes rolling at the back of her head yet st