CHAPTER 85

THIRD PERSON POV

Dickson paced back and forth in his large office, his mind consumed by thoughts of his mate. It had been nearly a week since he had last seen her, and the longing in his body was becoming unbearable.

Every moment without her felt like an eternity, and he yearned for her presence, her touch, her scent.

His restless movements reflected the restlessness within him. He couldn't focus on anything else, his thoughts constantly drifting back to her. The days stretched on, each one bringing a new wave of desire, a growing ache in his chest that refused to subside.

He tried to distract himself, filling his time with work and other activities, but nothing could extinguish the burning need he felt for her. Every night, he would lie awake in bed, his mind replaying their last encounter, the taste of her lips, the warmth of her body pressed against his.

Dickson's emotions were in turmoil. He missed her, missed the way they laughed together, and the way he made her feel entirely.