Chapter 63

How delusional was she? He wasn’t to be tamed with a few ‘pleases’. She was hurt. And he hurt her. That didn’t give her the right to draw a wedge between them. His wolf battered away at his head but Noah, the human half, knew how this worked. Still, he didn’t know why he couldn’t follow Mikhail’s advice and cut himself clean, no strings, and walk away.

How could he?

Noah had demanded, ordered, chastised, going lax only when her defenses were down. But now he coaxed her. Not with his tongue alone. He looked different. The poignant look he had perfected slipped away like an old visage. He was feeling something. Something he couldn’t speak about. She had never pitied him before, and she wasn’t going to now. But she can assume how lonely it had to be. She was lonely too.

And her wolf was content, lapping up the steamrolled expertise of his wolf.

Noah didn’t let her do much work. Dictating how they angled their heads to how long they can survive without air. Well, her. Because she was pa