Dawn had come and gone as the new day began but Rowan could not keep his mind off of the whirlwind of emotions that he had felt the night before. Through the entire morning, Rowan’s mind was fogged with the way her pain had made him feel, the way it had rattled his spirit so much that he had offered her his own blood to heal her.
He knew what offering his blood meant in his own packs and in various others.
An Alpha could only share his blood in two situations – either to declare that the person on the receiving end had his trust, or if she was his mate.
Rowan had already lost the latter and even if Rowan knew that Ophelia would never try to kill him, he wasn’t sure if he could trust her in a life-or-death situation.
He could hardly stop thinking about her. About the way her lips had
