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A huge grin spreads over her face.

Later that night, I glance down at my robe clad body in the bathroom mirror. I have no idea how to turn a man on. I haven’t had to put in the effort in centuries. Even when I was with Markis, it didn’t take much to get him hard. Just a look or walking into the room with him. Hell, most of the time he was the one initiating sex. Now, I’m trying to figure out if Enzo would rather my hair be up or down. Is he a lingerie or nude kind of guy? Ugh, this is so stupid.

“Hopefully she will drug me again, so I don’t know what’s happening.”

His words from that day play back in my head. I hate I can’t chase them away. No matter how much I try to bury that comment behind that wall, it won’t fucking stay.

Giving up on making this perfect for him, I turn off the bathroom light and head into the kitchen.

The meal I prepared is ready and staying warm in the oven. Tonight will be the first time I’ve actually cooked for the Beta.Apparently, he told Marley that his favorite foods are a perfectly cooked steak and baked potatoes. I seared a tomahawk steak and made an herb and garlic butter to go on top. I baked a fresh loaf of bread and then cut it up and toasted it with parmesan cheese and chives. And on the side, a twice-baked loaded potato. I glance one more time at the glass of wine on the counter, my heart sinking.

His heavy footfalls hit the stairs. I glance down at myself once again. My bare legs stick out from underneath the robe. I opted for my curls up. Shit, I should have left them down. I hurriedly pull the hair tie out of my head and shake out my tight curls right as the front door opens.

“Marley, I got some wood to build your bookshelf…” his last word nearly gets lost as he takes me in.

“Marley isn’t here,” I say. “I sent her to Liz’s for a few days.”

He looks at me, tilting his head to the side. “Is everything okay?”

“We have a problem.”

He shuts the door behind him and then turns to me, folding his arms over his chest. “What’s the issue?”

I’m rarely nervous, but this has me nearly shaking. I twist my fingers around the end of the robe belt, glancing at the ground.

“Maybe we should eat first,” I say, making my way over to the stove. “I made you steak and potatoes and bread.” I open the oven door and pull the tomahawk out, placing it down on the counter.

“Michaela,” his deep voice halts my movements and causes that ache between my legs to intensify. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

Spinning around, I let out a deep breath. “Your wolf has sent me into heat.”

The moment the words are out of my mouth the Beta’s entire body freezes. He looks so tight; a strong wind could shatter him.I didn’t want to see the disappointment or disgust on his face, so I busy myself preparing his meal.

“I know this isn’t something you want. I thought to make it a little less awkward, I’d make you something to eat.” Placing his steak on his plate, I then go back into the oven for his potato. I keep my back to him as I continue to fix his food.

“The girls said it can sometimes take days for the heat to subside. I figured with a good meal, you might knock it out pretty quickly and get back to your life. And don’t worry, I found some black fungus mushrooms. I grated them and mixed it into your wine. There won’t be any lasting effects, but it should get you drunk enough that you won’t remember sleeping with me.”

I turn around and nearly leap out of my skin. A shirtless Enzo is standing right behind me.

“When did you take off your clothes?” I look down at his bare feet and legs. The only thing keeping him modest is his black boxer briefs. And even that isn’t really doing the job. His dick print is massive. It has his boxers pitched up like a tent.

“The moment you said heat,” he says. He pulls at the belt of my robe, undoing the tie.

“I need to apologize,” he goes onto say as he shoves my robe open, exposing my naked body underneath. His eyes glow, letting me know his wolf is on the surface. “The day you overheard me in that forest, I was being a complete jackass.” He shoves my covering down my shoulders and off my hands, causing it to pool at my feet. “I felt guilty about how much I enjoyed fucking you that night. I was still dealing with the fact that I was attracted to you, and you were supposed to be my enemy. So, I made a heartless, stupid joke to my friends.” He grabs me under the arms and lifts me on top of the counter. He wedges his body in-between my legs. Tilting my chin up with his finger, he stares down at me.

“I don’t need shit to get me to fuck you, Baby Girl. I’ve been fighting to keep my hands off you since the night after we mated. Now, let your mate ease your heat.”

He lowers his body down. Grabbing my calves, he drags my ass to the edge of the counter. He then places my feet on his shoulders.

The first swipe of his tongue has my eyes rolling back into my head. He growls as he buries his face in my center.

“Zo,” I whimper as he sucks my clit into his mouth. I run my fingers through the short hair on top of his head.

He proceeds to devour me. He eats my pussy like he’s trying to clean out the center of his favorite melon. The relief is instant. That ache is already fading.

“Don’t stop, please,” I beg as my head falls back.

“Never,”his wolf groans in my mind.