SEVENTY

I spluttered but had nothing to say in my defence. No, I wasn't the possessive type but all wolves had a degree of possessiveness thanks to their animal sides. Asena already laid claim to her mate and she was a part of me.

"Are you hungry?" Cahir asked but I shook my head. Focused on finding a way to deal with his bloodlust, food was the last thing on my mind.

"I'm a bit tired." I raised my hands above my head and stretched, stifling a yawn. "It's hard to sleep when you're not there." The words slipped from my mouth as I stretched and my hands paused midair when I realized what I'd admitted.

"Is that so?" Cahir murmured, his eyes fixated on mine. I looked away when the intensity of his gaze seared me. Those were dangerous words to utter to a man like Cahir Armani and I realized that too late.

"But – But it's not like I do much sleeping when you're there," I said with an awkward laugh, flinching away when he gripped me tighter.

"Is that complaint I hear?" His hands found mine as I move