I pretended to be tired of standing and sat on the bed, hoping he’d take the hint and give me space. Instead, he tightened his grip around my waist and didn’t budge.
“Don’t be too stubborn, mate,” he murmured close to my ear. “I don’t want to hurt you again like I did last time. I regret it—and I’m trying my best to make sure it never happens again.”
He placed a soft kiss on my lips, his voice growing gentler. “Try to love me back. We can start slow… a little chat about ourselves, some kisses and cuddles.”
Then he left, disappearing into the dressing room.
I was left in a daze.
Was this truly my reality now? Was I really going to spend the rest of my life as the wife of a werewolf?
What about everything I had worked so hard for—the books I spent four years studying? My dreams? My bes
