239 Missing Treasure

Christos.

That night, I was not even surprised by the tormenting dreams I had, as they changed from one scenario to the other.

From dreaming about that mysterious night and the night I marked my mate, it’s obvious she’s determined to deal with me and make my life miserable and what makes it worse is the fact that I lacked even the capacity to make her stop by waking up.

I allowed it to all to play out knowing I deserve every form of torture, and to even make sure my wolf suffers it as much as I do, I refused to use the shower despite the rigid painful throbbing in my pant.

‘Suffering from agonising arousal is too small a price to pay for our sins.’ I told myself coldly without any form of mercy and even though I could hear him grumbling somewhere in there, I ignored him totally.

Erica.

I felt a soft hand on my small shoulders and even though I knew to whom it belonged, I refused to answer or turn around as I kept my head buried in the pillow.

“Erica, please don’t do this.” A soft voi