[WARNING: TRAUMA RESPONSE CONTENT]
Lucy and Jace were silently sipping their coffees in the breakfast nook of their Alpha suite, faces absorbed in their phone screens. The sun wasn’t yet peeking over the treetops, leaving most of the light in the room illuminated from their devices. Last night had worn them both out. Jace had arrived home in a great mood, having successfully sealed a lumber trade deal with a western pack. They had a celebratory dinner alone in the Alpha suite, guaranteed to rekindle their sparks. Or so he promised.
Jace had a habit of gently kissing down Lucy’s neck as he undressed her, taking time to suck on her marking spot. Her black mark was still a source of slight soreness, but she forced herself never to recoil. She did everything she could not to attract Dimitri
