The next few days blurred together.
A routine settled in like chains I could not see.
I woke in the furs. Ate what they brought. Let them touch me. Let them take me. Let them praise me.
The fight inside me grew smaller each day.
It did not disappear. It only hid. Quiet. Waiting.
But something else woke.
It started as a low hum in my belly.
Warm. Restless.
By midday it burned hotter.
My skin flushed. Sweat beaded even in the cool air of the den.
Slick poured steadily now. Not just when they touched me. It was constant. Soaking the furs. Dripping down my thighs when I walked.
I knew what it was.
Heat.
My first real one since they claimed me.
Thorne noticed first.
He walked in with water and stopped suddenly. He inhaled deeply.
His eyes darkened. His pupils widened.
“f**k. It
