Trishal’s POV
"I looked like a fool. A big fool!" I yelled, remembering Loren was still in the room. I quickly reduced my voice to a whisper as I looked down at him, unmoved by his pain. In fact, I felt he needed more, if ‘need’ is the right word.
"But in my defense, it was just last night that he consented. I wouldn't want to disturb a beauty like you with something so trivial late at night," he chuckled, standing up straight.
"You are just so mean and irredeemable." I walked past him to cool off my temper in the best part of the house. Yeah, you guessed right—the kitchen.
I took out a small ceramic bowl and filled it up with my favorite chocolate ice cream, heaving myself onto the counter to eat. What better way to cool down a raging wolf than a cold sugar rush?
"Oh, come on. You ar
