TWENTY
BJARNI
Annabel slept for nearly twenty hours. I dozed in and out of consciousness while she rested, alternating with Modi. We didn’t discuss staying awake to guard the omega between us. We took turns naturally. The schedule worked itself out.
I guessed that was one of the "perks" of sharing a bonded mate—there was another alpha to watch over her while I slept.
Of course I’d have happily traded the ability to sleep peacefully if it meant my Annabel belonged to me and me alone. Perhaps then she wouldn’t have sobbed in my arms after I made her mine.
Agony twisted in my gut and I buried my face in her messy hair to calm the pain with a lungful of her scent. She hadn’t wanted this—she’d confirmed as much when she'd said the Norns were behind our mating.
I couldn’t even blame her—of
