THE SECOND CHANCE OF THE SINFUL ALPHA WHO HATES ME
Then the ache started.
It was subtle at first. Just a faint pressure in the center of my chest, the kind of thing you could convince yourself was nothing, just tension, just the cold air, just the weight of a long difficult day pressing down on your sternum. I told myself that for a full minute while I kept walking.
Then it got worse.
Not sharp, not the way it had been when Sienna kissed him.
More like something being stretched. Like there was a cord attached somewhere behind my ribs and the farther I walked the more that cord was being pulled taut, resisting, not quite painful but not comfortable either, insisting on itself with every step I took away from that house.