Chapter 37
Trista's POV
I woke up for the second time. It was already late morning.
My entire body felt disassembled and stitched back together. My joints were filled with grit.
Fragments of last night surged back: his loss of control, his frenzy, and my surrender to his scent and the d**g-induced heat—
For me, it wasn't reconciliation. It was pure instinct.
My wolf lifted its head from the depths, speaking softly inside me, "The mating bond is healing. My strength is returning, too."
It was right.
The repeated marking put our mating bond into a repair state.
I pressed my forehead against my cold knuckles, waiting for the tremor in my chest to subside.
Reason returned—this wasn't forgiveness, nor was it turning back. I still had to terminate the mating contract.
However, we used
