I let him rest for exactly four hours.
No more. No less.
When I returned to his room, Justin was awake, staring at the ceiling with hollow eyes. The humiliation from the witnessed procedure still clung to him like a second skin. His scent had changed — still potent Alpha, but now threaded with something darker. Submission. Shame. And a hunger so sharp it made the air feel electric.
He didn’t speak when I entered. He simply watched me with those golden eyes that had once owned me.
I pulled up a chair beside his bed and sat with deliberate grace, crossing my legs. The contract folder rested in my lap like a loaded weapon.
“The terms we haven’t spoken about yet,” I began calmly. “The ones you signed without fully understanding.”
Justin’s gaze dropped to the folder, then slowly rose back
