ORTON'S POV
I quietly snuck out of the bed and pulled the comforter over Isabella to fully cover her entire body. I stared at her a bit longer as she slept, curled up on the bed. She looked at peace as though about twenty minutes ago, she wasn't the one squirming and moaning to my thrust.
As my gaze hovered all around her body, her clear skin was an invite to mark her everywhere till there was no space for anything else to fit in. I quietly tiptoed into the bathroom and washed myself before I made my way out. It was barely a few hours before the internment finally happened.
My mind reeled with so many thoughts, like what would the future of Trident pack hold? How would Kane take the news when Emrys was crowned King? He didn't even spare me a glance when I'd go against my ego and want
