Zoya’s P.O.VMy head was pounding, and I could barely keep myself together as I vomited out all the contents of my stomach into the toilet, which wasn’t much since I hadn't even had breakfast yet.The nausea was overwhelming, and I felt terrible for making such a mess; my only consolation was that I was able to make it to the toilet by the time I hurled.Ezra gently held my hair back, offering comfort and support, concern etched all over his face. "What’s wrong, love?" he asked, worry evident in his voice.I couldn’t explain what I was feeling. It was a given that I already felt like crap, but other than the wave of nausea that overwhelmed me, I didn’t know what to say. Moreover, I felt disgusting. I couldn’t turn to face him.The suddenness of it all had caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with me.As I retched, my mind raced with questions and concerns. Could it be something I ate? Or maybe I was coming down with a stomach bug? I tried to dismiss the t
Zoya’s P.O.VI got up from the bed and stretched my delicate, sore muscles, a reminder of the wild, wild night I had.Every experiment, every act of love with Ezra that seemed so daring yesterday, only served to make me blush like an overripe tomato right now as I clutched the covers to my bare chest, hoping that Ezra didn’t walk in and find me in this state of undress.So I quickly got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower and dress in some proper clothes before I face Ezra.As I stepped out of the bedroom after getting ready, Ezra greeted me with a mischievous smile as he lowered his head towards mine for a quick kiss. “I was about to call you.” He grinned. “Breakfast is ready.”“Thank you.” I grinned back and accompanied him to the kitchen, where I found a large red envelop sitting on the counter.I raised an eyebrow at him, silently asking him the same question, but he only shook his head.He handed me the letter, as curiosity sparked within me. "What's this
Ezra’s P.O.VThe need in her voice only served to amplify mine. So without wasting any more time, I pushed the tip inside of her from behind, before burying myself to the hilt inside of her with one firm thrust."Ohhh…" Zoya’s scream echoed through the room as I saw dark spots dancing in my vision. "Oh, that feels so good…Ezra!"The walls of her pussy were tight as they closed in around me, squeezing me like a glove. I took a hold of her waist so that it was easier for me to move and somehow, this was better. I could go deeper inside her that I ever had.And then I began thrusting in and out of her wet heat, slowly at first, before increasing my pace. And she began moving her hips as well, keeping up with me.The room filled with the sound of our combined groans of pleasure, as well as the sensual noise of skin slapping on skin. I grit my teeth against the onslaught of sensations, my fingers digging onto the soft skin of Zoya’s waist as I thrust into her heat as fast and rough as I co
Ezra’s P.O.VI looked at Zoya, and a warm feeling of happiness washed over me. Seeing her open up and share her feelings with me was a beautiful sight, and it made my heart swell with joy. I knew that, just like me, she was carrying emotional baggage of her own, and she was scared of being hurt after being in pain for a very long time. She didn't want to open up, and I understood that.For so long, I had patiently waited, giving her the space she needed to trust me, and now, it was finally happening.‘I love you…Ezra. I love you.’ She finally told me what I had been waiting to hear from her for so long. She finally felt the same.Her vulnerability was a precious gift, one that I knew she didn't give lightly. I could see the strength it took for her to share her fears and worries, and it only deepened my admiration for her. I felt honored. And I was glad that I had a human mate who didn’t instantly feel the pull of the mating bond like most wolves, because it had given me the chance
Zoya’s P.O.VThe golden hues of the setting sun cast a warm glow over the clinic as Ezra and I prepared to leave for home.He stood outside, leaning against the side of his car.Ezra looked effortlessly handsome, his dark hair slightly tousled, as if he had run his fingers through it absentmindedly. The rays of the setting sun played with the strands, creating a golden halo around his head. His piercing eyes met mine as I approached, and a soft smile played at the corner of his lips.He was still in his sheriff uniform, which only added to his allure. The crisp lines of the uniform accentuated his broad shoulders and strong physique, making him look every bit the confident and protective man he was. Despite the hint of sadness that lingered in my heart at the sight of him that jolted Cam's words to memory, I couldn't help but admire him in all his handsomeness.His chiseled jawline and the slight scruff of a beard added a rugged touch to his appearance, hinting at his wild and untam
A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I thought about Ezra. "If I’m being honest, it’s the other way around," I replied, gratitude lacing my words. "He's my anchor, helping me navigate this unpredictable world. Even though he clearly had his own problems to deal with, he still had been the best to me and always took care of me in the best way possible." I couldn't help but smile. "He can sense my mood and emotions and is always ready to calm me down as best as he can whenever I feel overwhelmed."Cam returned my smile. "I'm glad to hear that," she said genuinely. "Thank you for taking good care of Ezra as well. Especially after what happened… Well, to say that we were concerned for him was an understatement."Oh.Cam's words hit me like a tidal wave, and a mix of emotions washed over me.I never fully comprehended the depth of Ezra's pain and sorrow, nor the profound impact his first mate's death had on him. It dawned on me just now that the burden he carries is far heavier than