FORTY-ONE

I looked up at the ceiling in my room with a pillow clutched to my chest. My body tingled in a dozen different places and if I got up too fast, sharp pain in my back and legs made me sit back down. Cahir had bent me over in ways I did not think I was flexible enough to get into and then he chased me out of his room.

“That isn’t how it happened, though.” Asena’s quiet voice echoed in my head but I said nothing in response to her.

It may not have happened exactly like that but that was how I felt. How could he send me away to my room after we engaged in the most intimate of acts?

“Have you considered he may have done it for our benefit? Isn’t it better to wear our clothes rather than –“ Asena trailed off, seeing that her excuse for her mate did not make perfect sense.

I know I went too far wearing his clothes without first asking him but he didn’t have to tell me to go to my room for it. Since I came to his pack, I always slept in his room. Although he never shared the bed with me after