I stared at the unconscious Arabella in my arms before my eyes drifted to my still hard cock, and a frustrated groan escaped my lips.
Every instinct inside me screamed for me to plunge myself back into her warmth, to lose myself completely inside her until the madness of my rut finally settled.
But I held myself back.
It was already a miracle that she survived my rut.
By the Moon Goddess… was she truly the one?
My gaze slowly returned to her sleeping face. Even unconscious, Arabella looked painfully beautiful. Her black hair spilled across my arm like dark moonlight while her body rested limply against my chest, covered in bruises, bite marks, and scratches left behind by me.
Guilt twisted painfully inside me.
I had been rough with her.
Far rougher than I intended.
Yet surprisingly… she matched my strength.
It was as though something hidden deep inside her had awakened the moment I touched her.
"I think she is our mate. I can feel it," Midnight said inside my head.
