I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, my body still aching in places I didn’t know could ache. The mate mark on my neck throbs with a dull heat, a constant reminder of what happened last night. What I let happen.
What I made happen by marking him first.
The memory has come back—my wolf surging forward, my teeth sinking into Seth with desperate possession. The taste of him, the way the bond had blazed to life between us. I had already claimed him before he claimed me.
I turn onto my side, curling into a ball as tears burn behind my eyes. My mind keeps circling back to the same questions, the same impossibilities. Why did I sleepwalk? Why did the mate bond with Seth suddenly roar back to life when it had been silent for two weeks?
And why couldn’t I control myself once the wine touched m
