ARIA’S POV:

“Excuse me,” I rolled out from under him, fleeing from the room. My heart pace had doubled. I sat under the stairs and tried to myself together, but for a long time, all I could think about was the feel of his soft touches on my skin.

The vibrations that ran from my head to my toes. When his hands ripped my thong, I remembered the night I was attacked by my father’s creditors.

‘Is that the reason?’ My wolf judged me from the inside.

I took a deep breath. ‘It was not,’ I admitted. I couldn’t lie to myself. Our contract did not involve being intimate and...