20. Hate

Ella’s POV

I came out of the bathroom, and Kevin was already gone. I breathed a sigh of relief, my gaze scanning the floor, which had been cleaned, and the bed, now adorned with new sheets. My tattered work clothes were neatly placed on the sofa. I sniffed the air, still filled with the scent of sex from the night before.

Kevin was surprisingly a gentleman, even after a one-night stand.

Lucy bounced out, wagging her tail happily. I could sense that after the release of last night's desires, she had become more energetic. As a youthful she-wolf, she should be eager for a mate.

I used a towel to dry my damp blonde hair, walked to the dressing table, and saw my refined face in the mirror. I lifted the wet hair on my neck to wipe it off and discovered marks on my skin. I was stunned.

In a panic, I approached the mirror, fingers caressing the red marks. It was then that I realized the scent on me wasn't just from Kevin's lovemaking; he had marked me during my heat!

Oh, my goodness, Ella, w