36: Falling short

Alora’s POV

I stared at the door, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for it to open. Every night now, I spent countless hours just lying there, anticipating. Fantasizing.

Desperate to bring myself to the edge, to find relief, but that bastard Rune had forbidden it. His cruel, twisted games left me teetering on the brink of madness. I could feel it in my bones, the way my body ached, yearning for release.

My body had adapted to this routine, this agonizing cycle of being edged to the point of insanity only to be left hanging. But tonight... was he really going to break the pattern?

I bit my lip, cursing under my breath.

Pregnancy was supposed to make you glow or something like that, not turn you into a trembling, needy mess. But here I was, a prisoner to my own body and my insufferable lust for a man I couldn’t stand.

I hated these hormones, hated that they made me feel this way.

And then, just as I was about to lose all hope, the door creaked open. Relief flood