Two days had crawled by since that night, and every passing hour only made the silence heavier. Alpha Kaelion had not spoken a single word to Jenna unless it was necessary, and even then, it was clipped, sharp, and cold. He hadn’t touched her either.
Jenna could sense it though, no matter how far he kept himself, his jealousy leaked through. She caught it in the sharpness of his gaze when he thought she wasn’t looking. She smelled it in the air, a bitter tang that clung to his aura. He was avoiding her, but his emotions weren’t.
That morning, Maren sat Jenna down in front of her mirror, brushing out her hair and braiding it with more care than usual.
“Smile, My lady,” Maren said softly, tugging at a strand that had slipped loose. “You’ll wrinkle if you keep frowning like this.”
Jenna f
