CELESTE
The moment Knox announced that the honeymoon was over, all I felt was relief. Tormented, breathless, and shaky, relief. I needed distance before I did something irreversibly stupid, like climb him in the middle of another storm and forget who the hell I was.
He’d been too much. Too close. Too consuming. Every glance, whisper, and even every accidental brush of his fingers against my skin had set me on fire, and I’d been burning quietly for days. I wanted him, but wanting him was dangerous. I’d promised myself I’d never surrender that kind of power to another Alpha again. So yes, I was happy for the distraction. Blissfully, pathetically happy.
He didn't have any idea how easily his voice could make my pulse trip. I tried to sound unaffected and act like nothing had happened, but
