Chapter Eight - The Mate Bond

Rose’s POV

I woke the next morning to find I had barely an inch of space in that huge bed. A muscled arm was lying across my naked body, but the monster was still asleep. I didn’t dare to move, though I needed to pee, and the soreness between my thighs brought everything flooding back.

A bird tweeted somewhere outside. I cringed, assuming he would stir. He didn’t. The deep breathing remained the same.

He’d taken me brutally, there was no denying that. But there was pleasure, too, and far less humiliation than when he’d forced me to parade in front of his friends. Like a walk of shame before the event.

I replayed the scene in my head. Could I go through that again – and more? How long before Alpha Lewis pulled me out?

A sudden stabbing pain made me hiss.

Lycan Adam groaned and opened his eyes. I shut mine, expecting further cruelty. But he just rolled over, freeing me from his grasp.

“Shower,” he said.

I took it as a signal I was to leave the bed. Once it was steaming, I put my head ar