#Chapter 33 Familiar Aches

Gabriel threw me in the car this morning, wordlessly. I want him to explain himself, but I know he won’t. We don’t talk much anymore, which is understandable given my behavior, and besides me being cold to my own husband, I have been thinking of Eugene far too much to admit. I’m not saying I enjoyed that kiss, but it has certainly taken up space in my head.

I curl up in the backseat of his compact, luxury car, feeling like the Alpha Kind chose this for a reason. There is little space between us, and even less when he pulls for my legs, resting them comfortably over his lap, to let them stretch. I settle in at the position, relaxed for the first time in so long.

“Should we talk?” he asks, his voice stoic and abrupt in this otherwise silent car ride. “My dear, you’re so detached from me. Did I do something?”

“No,” I say in heavy gust. “To both questions.”

He nods, seemingly leaving this topic aside for now. I realize shortly that we have entered a familiar pack, one that makes my stomac