Rut season had hit me like a warhammer, and it had never happened before, never once in twenty-three years had I totally lost control the way I did with Rosalind, because I’d never known what it meant to have a mate.
Now I did.
And I couldn’t touch her.
Nobody told me how painful it was not to be able to have the only person ever fibre of your being wanted. I was finding out the hard way.
The shower cascaded down my body as steam rolled off my skin from the amount of heat my body had gathered. I was simply dying inside, all of my senses were heightened, my muscles tensed, and all of my blood rushed to one place in particular.
I looked down at myself, and it was rock hard, hot, unyielding, and not showing any signs of softening any time soon. I had tried everything possible to get my
