Morning came, and Kaelen paced restlessly across his chambers. He wasn’t himself.
The human haunted him, her brown eyes, her sharp tongue, her defiance… her body, her moans.
Even the thought of her made his heartbeat quicken.
He debated whether to summon her, just to check if she was awake, if she was alright.
“I have to care for my pups… if they’re already in her,” he muttered, trying to convince himself his concern was only for his heir.
“Why am I feeling this way? I can simply request her presence—I’m the King,” he groaned.
“You know you can call her in,” his wolf’s voice echoed in his mind, calm but teasing. “I like the human.”
“Shut up,” Kaelen growled under his breath.
“How could I stay silent when your thoughts won’t stop racing and spilling into mine?” his wolf retorted. “I
