ALLE
You'd think I'd have gotten an award for best insomniac in the continent at this point considering how sleep my bad pattern...ugh...bad my sleep patter has become since I was dragged into and locked up in Draven pack.
I've been staring at the ceiling for hours, my brain refusing to shut the f**k up about the treatment session earlier. About Winter's face under my hands, against my fingers, the scarring I need to fix...how badly desire tainted his every word as he asked me to leave.
Winter asked me to leave.
It wasn't just a command, it sounded more like a plea, a desperate one and from the look in his eyes, I knew I did something to him.
But what?
Because I bled?
Ugh...does he have some blood fetish or some s**t? Because that would be so f****d up!
The mate bond hums an
