Chapter 88
Trista's POV
He finally released me onto the bed. The move wasn't gentle, but he didn't use real force.
He pulled the blanket over me, tucking me in so only my head showed.
He stood by the bed, his voice low. "I know you hate me right now. But I'm not that low. I won't touch you when you're like this. That takes consent from both of our wolves."
He paused, anticipating my doubt. "Even if I want you, I won't force it."
He turned off the bedside lamp. The room plunged into darkness, illuminated only by fragmented streetlights cutting through the blinds.
The mattress dipped on the other side. He lay down and pulled me closer, blanket and all.
His chest was pressed against my back. His body heat slowly soaked into my skin.
He buried his face in the soft crook of my neck, hi
