Page 12 of Love Bites Hard (Mated to the King #2)

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The next morning, the pack was bustling with energy in preparation for the full moon that night. I brushed my mind against Isabella’s long enough to learn that she was already in the cafeteria, having breakfast without me.

Though that irked me, I knew it only did so because of the incoming full moon.

And the mate bond.

Which was permanent.

I needed to do something about it if I didn’t want to feel that every morning. But the only option I could think of would require spending my nights with my mate.

I wouldn’t be able to maintain a hold on my sanity if I didn’t spend those hours working myself hard in the forest, so that wasn’t a real possibility.

Hence the way I’d turned her down the night before, when I wanted badly to take her up on the offer.

Though instinct told me to head straight to the cafeteria to join my mate, I reeked of sweat. I’d need to shower before I found her.

So, I went to our room.

I preferred it when my mate waited for me there, but I supposed she never really waited for me. I just usually got back early enough to catch her before she left.

Why couldn’t I do that every day?

There really wasn’t a reason.

I’d made up my mind to do exactly that, when I stepped into our room and halted just inside the doorway.

My nostrils flared immediately.

My nails shifted to claws, cutting into my palms as my fists clenched.

I had never fucked her in our room—but I could smell her release.

The door slammed shut behind me as I stormed across the room, flinging the comforter to the side and inhaling deeply.

If I smelled another man on our sheets, there would be carnage.

But all I smelled was her.

Some part of me was satisfied by that, though I didn’t stop my search. I found the toy that smelled of her perfect little cunt in the drawer, and resisted the urge to destroy it.

It would be much better used to show her exactly who she belonged to. And who had the right to her climaxes.

It wasn’t the fucking toy.

Dropping it back in the drawer, I strode out of the room without a glance backward, or at the shower.

Sweat was the last thing on my mind.

The only thing that mattered was my female. And she would never fuck herself without me again.