Chapter One-Three-Nine: Irrevocably.

Ruby M. Clive

‘This was fun.’

The words play again in my mind before the fatigue I convinced myself was the sex finds me.

"Fun."

I toy with the word again before looking at my reflection in the mirror. The makeup hid the puffiness of my face well, but the redness remained regardless of the amount of concealer used.

My legs feel weak, so I let my flesh crumble to the ground as more tears overcome me. I hate how easily I cry these days, but more than that, I hate the delight that found me when his wolf recognised me.

He fell asleep with his length inside me, and I couldn’t pull it out; even now, I can still feel his shape inside me.

My gaze lingers on the gauze on my hand; beneath it lies his teeth marks that ooze the scent of the ocean despite the amount of time I rinsed the wound.

I don’t get it; no one has ever recalled the past in my presence before, so how could he?

It makes sense for his wolf to remember me; we were mates, but not him, his hatred for Clives should prevent