DOMINIC
Dom stalked down the hall, Lena trailing behind him, her steps light but hesitant. Morning sunlight streamed through the windows, setting the stone floor aglow, but Dom barely noticed. His wolf clawed at him from the inside, restless, irritated — unsatisfied.
Because the bond still hung there between them, a thread taut and raw, aching, and Lena refused to accept it.
He'd meant it when he'd promised her it was enough. That she was, he still meant it. But some days, moments, and seconds were more difficult than others. And he'd woken already aching, with her leg slotted between his, her smell wrapped around him like a second skin. Her full lips brushed his jaw in her sleep. It was maddening. And the cold showers weren't cutting it anymore.
