TRISTAN

I turned to my side and felt something warm beside me. The light creeping into the room grew stronger, forcing my eyes open slowly.

Then I saw her.

Yelena.

She let out a soft sound, almost a purr, and reached for me even in her sleep. I moved back because I didn’t want her to touch me.

I knew I was her husband, but my heart rejected her. I didn’t feel anything. Not warmth… nothing real. Just desire. I didn’t even know if I’d ever heal or love another she-wolf after what ...