TRISTAN
I turned to my side and felt something warm beside me. The light creeping into the room grew stronger, forcing my eyes open slowly.
Then I saw her.
Yelena.
She let out a soft sound, almost a purr, and reached for me even in her sleep. I moved back because I didn’t want her to touch me.
I knew I was her husband, but my heart rejected her. I didn’t feel anything. Not warmth… nothing real. Just desire. I didn’t even know if I’d ever heal or love another she-wolf after what my mate did to me.
Yelena tried, I’d give her that. She wanted to please me every way she could. But it wasn’t helping. Nothing was helping.
If it weren’t for my parents breathing down my neck and the fact that her parents were close to them, I wouldn’t have signed that damn contract.
Father had always said,
