- Engorge
When night comes and Theo still did not return, I feel the hole in my heart enlarge. It is so pronounced that I feel like my entire body is being devoured by it. Yet, there is no physical pain. It’s all in my head.
Meeghan also did not bother me. She might have thought that I need to rest after s*x with the King.
All are nothing but lies.
I crouch on the bed. I want to cry, but the tears have long dried up, and even the swelling on my face has long been gone. Damn these werewolf abilities.
When the door opens, I sit up to see Theo striding toward me. Finally, he’s here. However, my heart takes another plunge when I notice the tired look on his face. Is visiting me became an exhausting activity for him? Is he bored with me already?
He takes a chair and sits in front
