One hundred and Twenty-Five

One hundred and Twenty-Five

Naomi

Fuming, I left the kitchen, the sound of my feet in the floor echoing after me up until I reached the door to my room.

I slipped in quietly, but I wasn't as discrete as I hoped I was as the light flickered om the minute I got inside, and Seth sat at the end of my dresser, with the light control in his hand.

He crossed his hands over his biceps, and I had to stop myself at ogling at the body of a man that was my mate and not my husband, like I was informed this night.

I didn't want her words to get to me, but she was right. He never asked me to get married to him. Maybe he doesn't see me as a wife.

I looked into his eyes, trying to find my answers but they just studied me instead.

"Why are you up?" I asked, walking into the room as I pulled off my robe, and I sat on the bed, preparing to go back to sleep all while avoiding his piercing gaze.

I was still mad at him. So I pretended not to care. I also tried my best to hide the fact that something was bot