Samantha's POV The next day when I woke up, Maddox was wrapped in the blankets, sleeping like a baby. Yesterday had been an avalanche of feelings. The way he came back to me, yearning for me, and the way we love each other was terribly wonderful, a mate bond enveloping us, my scent calming him. It had been one of those moments when I knew I was born for him, that I was his and liked belonging to him. But today, after the heat passed, Odette had returned to my mind, full force. I hugged my own legs, watching him sleep, anguish not letting me rest. Maddox stirred when he woke, grumbling, and soon went looking for me, patting the empty space in the bed. "Hey, what are you doing?" he asked when he saw me leaning over the edge of the bed. "Come here, you better learn that I need you every morning." A sly, mischievous smile played on his lips, his arm encircling my waist, pulling me close. I dodged his kiss, but he sniffed my neck, perhaps not noticing my reservations. "We need to talk
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