Chapter 83
Samantha's POV
I woke up the next morning, feeling the exact way I felt the morning after Alaric and I consummated our mate bond. His scent enveloped the entire place, and I still felt his warmth, but then a cold air slapped against my body, and in a flash, I recalled the memory of rejection.
My eyes opened sharply, and it took some seconds for me to register Alaric's scent again. I looked up to see him standing by the bathroom door, bare-chested, in shorts only. I trailed my gaze to meet his face that was glued on me, his wet hair cascading over his shoulder. I gasped at the sight of him and gulped down a mound of fluid.
I shouldn't be doing this, but I found myself looking at his frame, the bulging muscles. Damn it. Alaric was huge, so handsome, he was so damn hot.
Shit!
