82. Missed (18+)

This woman was a damn brat! I’m not sure if waiting it out is a viable option for the madness that she ensures within my head, but there is nothing else I can do.Taking the stairs was not an option.

As soon as the doors open for the last time, I step inside the house, trying to fish out a coherent thought about how I’m going to pay her back for this. Part of me was glad she was allowing herself to be herself, while the other part of me was going crazy over this madness.

The house smells heavenly of cinnamon and pine tree, but there is a very distinctive smell I’d recognize anywhere. It still clings to my fingers, to my clothes. I discard my coat and shoes and make my way towards the bedroom, in utmost silence.

Was she asleep? Was she aware I was approaching?

If she were a wolf, she’d know. She’d know her mate is near, hard and aching to have her, but she was not.

I stop at the bedroom door and press my ear to it, listening to the sounds inside. I hear moans, angry and frustrated ones