Chase laid awake staring at the ceiling of the guest room. He had been ‘banished’ there after Cara had found him muddied and sweating just before a meeting with her father, Beta of the Blood Fang pack.
Chase didn't care, he generally slept in his office anyway, listening to her complain about how he doesn't assert his status enough wasn’t his idea of relaxing. Not to mention her out right refusal to even be touched for the last several years.
-It’s just a cold slimy chill when she puts her hands on us anyway- His wolf huffed from the corner of his mind
She is our wife
-She’s not our mate- His wolf snapped at him as he'd done so many times before, it was exhausting.
We don't have a mate and you know it so just knock it off already!
Chase understood his wolf’s frustration with
