On our first night away from Blackthorn, my body fought desperately to go back.
The rejected mate bond felt like countless hooks buried in my bones. Cold sweat soaked the sheets while Lyla battered against the walls of my mind, searching for the black wolf she had waited 6 years to have.
I hated that she still wanted him.
I hated the old me even more.
At 2 a.m., I was too sick to stand.
Then Rowan's voice came from outside the door.
"Aria, I brought a healer."
The door didn't open.
Even with my scent flooding the entire hallway from the pain, the Lycan King, a man who wielded absolute power, didn't enter without permission.
"May I come in?"
Damian had never asked that question.
Whenever he needed me to soothe his rut, he ordered me to open the door. Then he left before dawn, rem
