Three hours later, Roman had fallen asleep in Ryker’s old bed at the Lycans’ packhouse. I gazed at him from the doorway, yawning and desperately trying to keep my eyes open. We had f****d all night, and I had vowed not to succumb to sleep once tonight.
My heat hadn’t shown up yet. I planned to keep it that way.
Completely exhausted from hours of going at it, my wolf lay quietly in the back of my mind, only whimpering every couple of minutes at me to go to sleep. But I couldn’t allow myself to. I wanted to get through a night without heat and without Kylo.
He hadn’t shown up once last night, and I thought that maybe Kylo had been telling the truth. His wolf was drawn to mine, not to me, not for desperation of being with someone, not to hurt Roman. Kylo’s wolf wanted mine, and he couldn’t
