CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
HAYLEY STARED AT the passing trees, her p***y throbbing but satisfied. At least, for now. She leaned her head on the glass, a smile stretching across her face. He was hers. They were each other’s. Nothing would change that. Ever. Not even Chance Holden.
They had laid in the bed for another thirty minutes or so, basking in the glow of the mating, Reed refusing to let go of her. She could still feel his teeth puncturing her flesh and found herself running her fingers over the indentions every once in awhile. No matter what happened now, she was his. Mated.
Once they finally checked her out of the motor lodge, Reed called his father to see where things stood on his end. After a few moments, he promised to see his father shortly and then helped Hayley finish putting everyth
