EIGHT

The last thing I remembered before I blacked out was the padding of my mate’s feet on the ground as he approached me, his eyes wanting. No, needing.

I also remembered the immensity of the pain and the heat that whirled in my stomach. It was a fierce pain, hard to forget.

Now, lying in an unfamiliar bed, staring at the ceiling of an unfamiliar room, I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened that night. I thought of how long it had been, if I had gone into a coma of some sort.

I craned my head to the right and let out a weak breath from my lips. I felt dead. I didn’t know if it was my body that was hot or the air in the room.

Since the windows in the room were open, I settled with the thought that it was my body. I was probably still in heat. If that was the case, then it meant Conrad had refused to mate with me.

I didn’t know how to feel about it. On one hand, I was grateful to the Moon Goddess for it. On the other, I was hurt.

While I was still in the middle of my torn though