ODETTE’s POV.

As soon as he opens the door and my eyes come in contact with his, my breath hitch. I remember how his lips felt on mine hours ago, the feel of his body against mine and the way his ragged breath fanned my face.

I spent four hours in this room but just one look at him in his robe and I feel my whole body heat up again. 

But I shouldn’t be thinking about him in this way, he has a mate and I do it, I did but that doesn’t change the fact that this is wrong in all ramifications.

Clearing my throat, I step out...