Eirika's eyelids slowly fluttered open, she felt groggy and disoriented. Blinking a few times, she tried to get her bearings and remember where she was. As her vision cleared, she saw that she was lying in a bed in a dimly lit room, surrounded by unfamiliar walls and equipment. As she tried to move, she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder, and memories of the black wolves' guards accosting her and Nigel in the woods came flooding back to the point when Arric held Nigel by the neck, threatening to kill him. And then the knife that had come out of nowhere at her, causing her to faint. "Nigel!" she called in a renewed panic. Her breathing felt labored, her chest was tight and congested she was certain she had caught pneumonia in that bloody cold cell. "Eirika," she heard his voice and looked in that direction only to feel something sharp piercing her upper arm. She jerked away in reflex, knocking off a syringe from the thin, tall man on her left side. She almost fell down from the bed

Eirika shut her eyes tightly, pressing her lips together to prevent them from trembling. Her heart clenched painfully at his cold tone. The memory of him caring for her at his pack flashed in her head and it was almost her doing. This was not the Arric she left behind at the Steelclaw pack. This was a cold stranger helping her to live so she could face his wrath. Aria whimpered at his detachment. After Arric finished helping her to clean and redress her wound, he found one of his shirts for her to wear. It was a soft, worn cotton, and it hung loosely on her slender frame. He helped her into it and tucked her into the warm covers. He then left, making his way to the kitchen to prepare a meal for her. He rummaged through the cabinets, searching hurriedly for something that would be both nourishing and appetizing. And doing his best not to think of her. Finally, he settled on some fresh cuts of steak, which he seasoned with herbs and grilled to perfection. He paired the steaks with a

Arric picked his boxers from the floor and slipped them on, ignoring his pulsating need. He couldn't even remember when he pulled them off. That was how intense loving her felt and he already wanted her again. He used to love and reveled in the insatiable desire they shared but now he just hated himself for his weaknesses. He shouldn't have given in and made love to her. He shouldn't even allow himself to be this close to her and he hadn't planned to. Seeing her like that on the floor had gotten to him. He imagined the hell she must have been through in the past months and he just reacted, wanting to comfort her. He could lie to himself and say it was the mate bond. But it wasn't. What they both shared was way past a mere bond. And how dare she mess that up by throwing unnecessary hurdles in their path. As if it wasn't bad enough that their enemies were abundant. He went back down the stairs to seek the comfort of another kind. He was surprised but glad that his cabin was still

Eirika's heart thudded faster than usual and it was not just for the apparent danger outside the cabin but for the way Arric reacted despite his anger and his determination to punish her for his brother's death. She took steady breaths, taking in his scent. Her face was pressed against his massive chest and he was literally wrapped around her, eclipsing her with his massive body. His muscles flexed against her body and she could feel almost every ripple of it. His heartbeat was going a mile per minute. She could smell his fear and she could tell it was for her. When he drew back slightly to hold her gaze, his irises flashed dangerously making it obvious his beast was only skin deep. She adored him with her eyes: his perfectly formed face, his squared jawline, his straight nose and those arresting eyes, and then his lips. She swallowed. Arric made a low deep sound that sounded like a purr. "Really? Right now?" he said, making her meet his gaze. Eirika's cheeks grew pink. "W-what?"

Eirika took a moment to survey her surroundings. The kitchen was spacious, with sleek, modern appliances and an impressive range hood. The white cabinets contrasted beautifully with the dark wooden floors, and natural light streamed in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. A large island in the center of the room provided ample space for food preparation, while a row of high-end cookware hung from the ceiling above the stove. Eirika rummaged through the kitchen cabinet and pantry then started to gather the ingredients and began to assemble her menu. She roasted a tray of vegetables in the oven, the vibrant colors of carrots, zucchini, and eggplant brightening the kitchen even further. Moving on to her main dish, she made a savory pasta dish with a rich tomato sauce and tender chunks of meat. The aroma of garlic and herbs wafted through the kitchen as she stirred the simmering sauce. She then made a decadent chocolate cake after leaving it in the refrigerator for a few minutes. She