(Elijah's POV)
I watched as a naked woman entered, wading through the steam of the hot bath, her body smelling of Ariel. But she immediately sank into the water and grabbed my d**k.
Her hands wrapped around my member as she slowly whispered.
“Let me serve you well,” She said as she rubbed my d**k. But the moment her skin touched mine, something felt wrong.
Ariel?
I looked up at her.
She smelled like Ariel—but the scent was faint, too faint. It didn’t stir the same primal recognition that I always felt when my mate touched me.
My body tensed, and every instinct screamed that this wasn’t her. As she moved to mount me, I felt a snarl rise in my throat, anger burning through me like wildfire. This wasn't Ariel. Ariel would never willingly do this by herself.
I clenche
