Isabella’s POV.
All night or at least what remained of the darkness, I spent those hours laying on my bed and staring at my ceiling with nothing but Esam on my mind.
His words hadn't left me even when it had been hours since he and the alpha had gone to their different houses.
“Angel.” Was what rang the most in my thoughts.
Angel and the way he made me feel.
It had been years since I felt that way.
Since I felt aroused in that manner. Since I needed pleasure.
Years since I had my son.
And even before that, I hadn't experienced anything like that. Only with the alpha, which had now become a faint memory because of how long it had been.
Esam came to my mind again.
The way he looked when I rejected his hug, how his eyes gazed into mine like we're meant for each other.
Goodness…
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