[Celeste]
You know what they say about the point of no return—once you cross it, there’s no going back. I had no regrets and wouldn’t change a thing about what happened, but I wish someone had warned me, at least.
How foolish I was, thinking I had everything under control, assuming Ryder had simply collapsed from satisfaction, completely drained by me. How proud I’d been of myself, blissfully unaware he was only asleep from sheer exhaustion after having barely slept in the past few days.
The next time I opened my eyes, still groggy from our earlier encounter, I felt his lips on mine. Soft, demanding, and utterly unapologetic. And, well, who was I to deny him? After all, the walls between us had already come crashing down, leaving no more reservations.
They often said male werewolves ha
