Nathan's POV
She was curled against me, her breathing slow and steady, my shirt draped over her like it was made for her. Her cheek rested lightly on my chest, and strands of her hair brushed my chin every time she exhaled.
I should still be angry.
I was angry. Hours ago, I had been pacing this room, ready to tell her exactly how much she had hurt me tonight. But now… here I was. Lying still. Watching her sleep as if the rest of the world didn't exist.
"You're pathetic," my wolf muttered in my head, his voice dripping with smug amusement. "You were furious with her a few hours ago. Now you're lying here, holding her like you'll break if you let go."
I sighed inwardly. Don't start.
"You're in love with her," he teased, a low, rumbling laugh echoing in my mind. "Completely, hopelessly in love. And you know it."
My jaw tightened. I didn't deny it. Couldn't. Because it was the truth.
But then his voice shifted, turning serious. "Then what happens when we find our mate?"
