Now wide awake, Elijah didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t lie and say he was sorry. He wasn’t sorry.
How it happened, he was sorry for that part.
He hadn’t meant to mate her when he was out of control and trying to fix the pain of his pack’s betrayal. But the need to have her, cement their place had been too strong and he hadn’t given up the chance when she practically begged him for it.
The desire to be connected had been too great for either of them to continue without it. Now bonded for life, Elijah gently traced the beautiful markings that almost looked like henna tattoos. Darkening on her luscious ebony skin in the snowy morning light, the mid December freezing air made the glasses frost over.
Knowing they’d be staying in all day; Elijah also had the unpleasant thought of re
