Once it was morning, Lucas could no longer sit still. Having another woman in his arms was already enough pain for his wolf but he had to endure. Showing affection for the little Antherion would only get her into trouble, not when he knew that his mother was already watching his every move.
Thalia slept so soundly all through the night, while he'd had to stay awake, his little mate's face haunting him every now and then. He stifled a laugh when he remembered how the feisty female had almost had Lyle on the verge of ripping her head off.
He could not wait for the dawn of the next day, and the moment the sun had begun to peek in the horizon, he shrugged off the quilt off himself, tilting the woman in his arms to a side. Rushing into the bathroom to take a shower, he changed into a pair of jeans and plaid shirt, bothering to add a hint of cologne he'd left resting in his closet for quite a while.
