Morning sex 1

When I got back home, I wiped out everything from the other messages except Cecil's own. She had caught wind of the arrangements for Natalie's burial ceremony and was eager to touch base.

After shooting her a response, I headed inside to see if Damon had made it back yet. Since our car had conked out on the way, he probably got back earlier than me.

As I stepped into the kitchen, the enticing aroma of dinner being prepared greeted me. "Is Damon in?" I inquired, hoping to catch a glimpse of him after his absence. He's been scarce these days and it's alarming.

“Hello, Luna. No, the Alpha isn't here,” The cook replied respectfully.

I nodded in acknowledgment, feeling a pang of dread at his continued absence. Has he been clubbed to death by Penelope after a night gone wrong.

Did he sleep with the wrong woman this time?

Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, I made my way to the bedroom, a tad bit happy to spend another afternoon alone.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, castin