After losing everything and everyone, Sari is forced to start over and make sense of a new world. Again. And while the evil in Spitta keeps growing, this time, she has to fight her inner demons as well.
Blaming her for their Alpha's death, Sari's ba...
It had taken me nearly an entire day to recover after my encounter with Aven. I had barely been able to reach my room—my legs unsteady as they had never been before. I'd almost sank through them a few times on the stairs. I was glad I didn't encounter anyone until I was well on my way down from the first floor—because the scent that coated my skin and the state of my body told plenty of what my nightly activities had consisted of.
I was glad no one had been able to decipher who I'd done it with. Yet.
I hadn't touched Aven. I hadn't let his scent intertwine with mine. Sure, I'd been in his room and he'd left traces of light caresses all over my skin, but he hadn't left a mark strong enough to protrude the intensity of my own smell.
And when I lay in my bed and that smell melted away, all that remained was him.
I had come like I never had before—and it had not been enough. It had only caused a new kind of hunger to fester in my insides, a new kind of longing to plague my mind.
The next time it would happen, I needed more. More of him, more of me, more of us.
I knew he needed it too, he hadn't bothered to hide it. He had stared at my trembling legs until the tremors stopped; he had reveled in what he had caused.
He wasn't the only one with that set of skills, though, and right before I had drifted into a dreamless sleep, I had promised myself that the next time, we'd both be trembling so hard, it would make his room shudder with us.
One encounter. That was all it took for me to forego the earlier promise I'd made myself. I was unfaithful to my good conscious—in just a matter of heartbeats, I'd gone from not needing him at all, to needing him just once, to needing him more and more and more.
Now I knew what he could do, it was an itch only he could scratch.
One I'd gladly let him do again.
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Lotta was supposed to keep an eye on Shanza and Eli today. However, she hadn't yet returned from her nightly escape. Wherever she was, I knew that if she didn't show her face in the Manor by the time morning had well broken, she'd be in no state to be near Shanza.
The task had been passed to me, then. Aven had instructed me to monitor them, to report anything back to him I deemed important. He had talked to me as if nothing between us had happened at all, and he had kept his face stoic the entire time.
I'd felt my heart raging the entire time, but right after I turned around, he'd sternly ordered, "Come see me in my rooms if you have any findings at all."
I had said nothing, but I was sure he had seen the hairs prickling in my neck as I turned away from him and made my way to the secluded clearing on the other side of the city.
I needed the walk, the fresh air—though the day was warm and damp, and a light coating of sweat enwrapped me like a blanket the moment I walked outside of the shadows.
