Mated at midnight
I started feeling feverish and lightheaded and just like that, I wasn’t hungry anymore.
I needed air.
I stepped outside, hoodie up, sleeves shoved halfway up my arms, letting the wind hit me like a slap. Crisp morning air. Sharp, clean, and instantly stabilizing me.
Zane was leaning against the porch railing, arms crossed, face toward the woods like he was trying to keep himself from looking at me. His posture was all Alpha—tense, controlled, dangerous.
I cleared my throat. “You wanted to see me?”
He turned at the sound of my voice, eyes flicking toward me, and I swear, for half a second, they darkened. He immediately stepped into my space and sniffed me.