As I trudge my way back into my room, the cool floorboards chill my bare feet, and the quiet rustle of fabric from my discarded clothes echoes in the silence. I can’t help but smirk as I think about how embarrassed Valeria looks. I might have pushed it a bit far, but we are mates now, and she shouldn’t be turning pink over something like this.

My wolf wants to argue that she is just delighted in our union, but there is one part that has not been done yet. She has to claim me back.

As that ...