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LENA’S P.O.V.

I wanted him to stay with me. I didn't want to be alone for the night so I told him to stay. A part of me was disappointed with myself, that I couldn't control myself. I should have stood my ground and said that I didn't want him after all that he made me go through.

He had a wife too, I shouldn't be with him right now.

However, I couldn't. He was my mate and I loved him.

I loved him very much and wanted him to be mine. He smiled when I said that he could stay. He wrapped his hands around my waist and carried me out of the bathtub.

Getting to my room, he placed me on the bed gently.

“The towel?” He asked. I was wet, the top I wore was very wet too, soaking my bed up.

“There.” I pointed at the wardrobe. He walked toward it and grabbed my towel. Then he came back and wrapped it around me.

“Let me pull this.” His eyes were on my face, not my chest. I didn't know why I felt relieved that he wasn't staring at me there.

He wrapped the towel around my chest, securin