Melody Reese

Two days after Gwen's death at the hands of Scarlett, I lay in bed on my back, my eyes staring at the gray and white ceiling. My insides were still tight, and my emotions were serrated, pricking me from inside out. I couldn't shake off the heaviness and the constant ache that gripped my heart. At that moment, the need to curl up into the strong arms of my mate was greater than the need to breathe. Problem was, I had pushed him away, shielded myself from him, and chose to be left alone in the guest bedroom.

After trying so hard to connect with me, he finally...