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Didn’t she want me? Or was she still fighting against her wolf?

I shook my head, trying to clear the intrusive thoughts. Standing under the water, I let the heat wash over my body, hissing with every rivulet that ran over the raw healing wound. Even still, the memory of being with Sunday had my cock jerking. I’d been tortured by fever dreams of her, waking up hard, wishing she’d do something to ease the ache, but knowing beyond all doubt that wouldn’t happen. I couldn’t. Not until I was healed. Maybe that was part of this. I knew I couldn’t serve her as her mate should.

I was weak. Less than. Not deserving of her. Especially since Blackthorne could give her what she needed. So could Alek. Fuck, even the damned priest could give her more than I was able to right now. No wonder she’d abandoned me.