EMBER’S POV
The penthouse door clicks shut behind me and I stand there for a moment, trying to make sense of the last four hours.
At 4 AM, Knox was inside me, calling me his, telling me no one else gets to touch me, f*****g me against the window like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
By 5 AM, he was cold. Clinical. Reminding me our relationship is fake while I stood there naked and confused.
And for the three hours since? He’s been on the phone. Endless calls, endless business, endless distance.
I showered alone. Dressed alone. Ate breakfast alone while he paced the living room talking to someone about pack territory disputes, never once looking in my direction.
When I told him I was leaving for the spa, he didn’t even pause his conversation. Just crossed the room, pre
