TRIXIE'S POV
It had been two full days since Friday's disaster in my bedroom. Two whole days, and I hadn't seen or heard a single peep from Hunter.
I was furious with him. I was beyond pissed off that he had let his fangs out and almost tried to mark me like some wild animal. But as I lay flat on my back on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling on a lazy Sunday afternoon, a tiny, annoying seed of panic was starting to sprout in my chest.
“What if he's actually dying?”
He had kept repeating that he needed my scent and my closeness to survive the mate fever. What if walking away without his "recharge" on Friday made him collapse somewhere in the woods? What if his terrifying Alpha heart just stopped beating?
I squeezed my eyes shut, groaning inwardly. “Why the hell do I even care? If h
