RYKER

The towel hung loosely around her chest as she walked out of the bathroom.

The silent treatment she had been throwing at me since the day of our mating ceremony gnashed at my chest, eating me slowly, deeply. Even after I have told her countless times that my absence wasn't intentional.

I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the words I wanted to say.

“Can we talk?” I opened my eyes. She was standing before the long vanity mirror in the room, applying body oil and scents onto her ...