TWENTY-EIGHT
MODI
The furs were empty by my side when I woke up again sometime after dawn. Empty and cold.
I caught myself stroking the skins where Annabel had slept, her scent still lingering. Hers and Bjarni’s.
I wrinkled my nose, but the smell of alpha wasn’t unpleasant. Perhaps because it was so thoroughly intertwined with my own and mixed with copious amounts of omega fluids.
Tentatively I prodded the bond connecting me to Annabel—and through her, Bjarni. It hummed peacefully in response, followed by an immediate tension.
Annabel. She felt me awaken. And where she had been calm, she was now anxious.
I swallowed a frustrated growl. What had I expected? That giving in to my instincts would have quelled the nightmare of confusion and pain between us?
Please, Modi. It was s*x. Not
