Natalia
With a quiet groan, our morning of passion cut short, Andrei and I untangled from one another and quickly dressed. I could practically feel his smirk burning into the back of my head as I pulled my robe around myself and hurried over to the door, although there was something else in that stare, too.
Something I didn’t want to think about—because it had to do with the fact that he had almost marked me. And I had almost let him.
But this was for the best. Sleeping together was one thing, but marking each other? Completing that soul bond that he had never wanted to complete the entire time we were married?
Despite everything, I couldn’t just move on from the fact that Andrei had refused to mark me despite being fated mates throughout our marriage. He had been too caught up with Li
