CAIUS POV
I stand outside her door for a long moment, telling myself that this is nothing more than a routine protocol and a necessary check on the girl we claimed as ours.
It is supposed to be nothing special or nothing personal. Yet the bond that I have been ignoring for days pulses stronger against my skin.
Against my will, I can feel my c**k twitching with anticipation but I ignore it and turn the knob anyway.
I push the door open without knocking and see Ayla sitting cross-legged in the center of the oversized bed. The dark green jacket is discarded on the chair beside her.
She is wearing one of the simple white shirts we gave her and I don't know why, but my eyes slide to her n*****s. The thin fabric is clinging softly to her small breasts. Her dark hair is fallen over one sh
