Melanie's POV
We were pressed together so tightly there was no space between us.
The heat from his chest radiated through the thin fabric of his pajamas. His palm rested on my back, and the unconscious pressure was right on a sensitive nerve near my spine.
In the past, this contact would spread along the mating bond, instantly soothing Frost and me.
Now, it only reminded me of the cord that had been violently torn.
Frost lifted her head deep in my consciousness, instinctively wanting to be closer to that familiar Alpha scent. But when she caught the lingering traces of a scent that wasn't mine, she let out a low, suppressed snarl.
It was her primal resistance to an "Alpha who was being shared."
I usually sleep very still.
When I got into bed last night, I deliberately slept on the
