Emma POV
“You’re already in love with him, aren’t you?” Inara's voice echoed in my mind. The soft glow of the morning sun seeping through the curtains. I had fallen asleep with Clay, his warmth still lingering beside me.
"He sure has a drive like a wolf, mate does not tire easily," Inara remarked, her voice tinged with amusement. I glanced at Clay, peacefully asleep, his rhythmic breathing filling the room with a gentle sound.
"He is our slave now," I responded to Inara, a pang of hurt washing over me.
"Yes, but it's not like you ordered him to sleep with us. He did so of his own free will," Inara reminded me.
"Yes, but in public, around other wolves, I must treat him as a slave. It pains me to do so," I confessed, the ache in my heart mirroring the heaviness in the room.
"We are
