Chapter 72

Naomi

Odette smirks, her long, honey-blonde locks cascading over her bare shoulders as she gives him a sultry smile. “Ataz,” she purrs suggestively, mimicking his name. I glance over at him and see him snatch the photo before striding over to the bed, a hunger in his eyes. He sinks down onto the unmade sheets, hastily undoing his trousers before thrusting a hand beneath his boxers. “Say my name again,” he growls, an edge of desperation creeping into his voice. I turn away, unable to stomach the scene playing out before me. My gaze shifts to the bedroom door, my mind racing with the thought of escaping downstairs. But then I stop. I can’t see Cal right now. It’s too hard. The pain of our bond crashes through me, my wolf whimpering in agony as I struggle to keep myself together.

“Ataz, wouldn’t you rather I was with you?” Odette’s voice is like honey, dripping with seduction and lust. Ataz groans in response, still pleasuring himself, but his eyes are fixed on her and the desire in them