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I spun around and attempted to push past Noah. He would not move.

“Get out of my way,” I commanded.

At the sound of my tone, Noah stepped aside.

I stormed out of our en suite bathroom and into our bedroom. Noah followed closely behind me.

“What is wrong with you tonight?” he demanded.

I stopped in front of our bed and looked around the room. Noah’s gaze traced my own.

The king-sized bed had been covered in a red silk comforter and sprinkled with pink rose petals. The lights had been dimmed, with the flames of vanilla-scented teacup candles scattered throughout the room. To top it all off were a bottle of champagne—on ice—and a plate of oysters on the bedside table.

I had always gone all-out for these monthly intimacy nights. Too bad Noah never did the same for me.

I froze as Noah’s eyes landed on me. They roved over me in a way I was not accustomed to—was that a spark of desire that I saw?

No, it couldn’t be.

Whatever it was, I felt compelled to back onto the bed as he approached me. I fell backwards and scooted myself to the middle of the mattress.

Noah climbed onto the bed after me. He prowled up to me, as though channeling the vicious predator deep inside him, and straddled me with my legs trapped between his and a hand placed on either side of my head.

“You must be eagerly awaiting something,” he whispered, his hot breath rolling onto my face. “Why else would you go to all this trouble?”

He lowered his muscular body on top of me, creating a complete cage that I could not escape.

My cheeks flushed. A fire ignited in my belly, spreading to my groin and the rest of my body until my skin was hot to the touch. My pulse pounded in my ears, my chest, and my limbs.

mine, daring me to deny the friction that I felt between us.

said. “I’m tired of

pursed his lips in

“Tired of what?”

monthly intimacy just for the

raised a brow at me.

more frequently?” he asked with a teasing smirk. There was that

could imagine him licking that drop off of me, then taking that tongue further, but I quickly realized that was impossible; he would never pay such close attention to my

to dislodge the fantasy from my

lowering himself onto

huffed and attempted to wiggle out from underneath Noah’s body.

she means ‘no,’” I

on the bed tightened, curling the comforter beneath his vice-like grasp.

our marriage, then things would have been a lot simpler,”

bed. It was a relief to have the pressure of his body removed from mine, and yet his words slapped me harder than he ever

that my arrival forced Zoe to reject you?”

through looping his belt through his pants. His eyes flicked

replied coldly. “You had nothing to

had secretly hoped that Noah had given me at least that much consideration. Maybe I didn’t believe that he

Noah continued, though his icy tone implied that things were anything but okay. “However, you still need to be prepared

I didn’t forget,” I replied bitterly.

was one of the worst

Ceremony and bar Zoe from returning to the pack altogether, but I

from my thoughts by Noah approaching

reaching towards

one last chance to be honest with me. Our marriage—and future child—deserved

and turned back to me.

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