Chapter 10: Mourning Rites

Elizabeth needed to speak to James. He had left before she could say anything else, and she hadn't seen him for three days at all. She needed to speak to him, to clear things up, to understand what was happening.

Her heart pounded every time she heard a knock on her door, every time she left her house, every time she had a patient at the clinic.

Each time, thinking it was him. Or hoping.

She couldn't stop thinking about the kiss, no matter what she did. Bass's treatment of her had been long forgotten, completely overshadowed by his Alpha. And no matter how much she had cleaned her room, all she could smell was the Alpha.

Elizabeth thought she was going insane, since she could smell him at the clinic too. And the last time he had been there had been with her, when she still hadn't known who he was. Yet she could smell him as clearly as if he had just been there.

And through all of what she felt, was an intense, overarching guilt. She was supposed to be waiting for Phillip, she was