The Ring 

The morning sun woke her, her eyelashes sticking together and resisting her eyes opening. Her vision was initially blurry, catching the sunlight at points until she blinked, and moisture freed her vision.

Baron lay over her, his breath steady and regular over her skin, his hand resting on one breast, his head on her shoulder. His dark curls brushed against her jaw, and his big body sprawled, his tanned skin stark against her white.

He was still within her, even in his sleep, and that, alone, she thought, had given her rest, as if her body’s slumber relied on that tie between them, that joining, that link.

For how little that meant, she thought, her heart a raw pain in her chest.

His phone ringing was what had woken her, and he grunted, his features scowling in reaction to its jangle. The insistence of its tones had him groaning and lifting from her, sitting up with the heavy posture of one exhausted, and pulling the phone ofthe dresser with clumsy fingertips.

Yes?” He growled into it as he sagged to lie at her side. “Mmm,” he reached up and released the knot that bound her wrists. “No that is not acceptable. Tell him half that, or I will take it from him, and he will be pleading for me to pay one fourth. Yes. I am not joking. Okay. Bye.” He released the phone so that it fell heavily onto the pillows between him and leaned across her to release her other wrist. 

As she sat up to untie her ankles, he lay on his back, his hands cushioning his head, folded behind his skull. “I shall have to leave you for a while,” he said. “This deal is… SlipperyI don’t trust that things will go the way I want without me there to supervise. I will be back as quickly as I can.”

She paused in the bathroom door. “Will you be…” She rested her forehead against the door frame. “Be calling in someone else to take care of things in youabsence.”

Would he be calling in an alpha or beta who specialised in satisfying an omega during heat, she was asking. They were the reason that she’d had a contraceptive implant put in. The runt, the washed out, pathetic, weak reject of the litter as she was, she had not expected that she would have a mate for her first estrus, and as such, had the implant put in, and a standing request with a well-known agency, so that an alpha, orif they were all booked, at least a beta, would be available to her should she need him.

hard, for it rankled.

was evident. “Isn’t that interesting?” He murmured. “No,” he decided. “An hour,

or disappointed. To continue this estrus with him, would cross a boundary into intimacy, she knew. Already they toed that line, nuzzled over its line every time that they f-ked. If he handed her off to a professional,

could not be, and yet treated her body so perfectly that his touch had her purring for more. He was an addiction, she thought, that she knew was bad for her, but that felt so good, that she was utterly unable to stop inhaling it,

Western would destroy

and she was a passenger upon it, helpless to stop the collision, no matter how clearly that she saw its

not sure if he said it for

say and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door between

opened the door. Did he really

the shower, her arms wrapped around her middle, and sobbed out her misery. As she lay on the tiles, her head cushioned on her crossed arms, watching the water gather and pool beneath her

Nothing realistic, she thought.

feel grand and world changing to herself, but it was unlikely to have made any difference to Baron’s world, to his life. It wasn’t even a blip, not even a moment worth pausing over. She could lay on the tiles

the water,

own toes, wondering what she intended to do. Just under a month ago, she had been an eager bride, excited to start her new life, certain that the sadness

even if no one else ever did. The one person who would see her for who she was. The fantasies, she

was not sure what it was between her and Baron, but she would not tell herself that she held value to him beyond the fact that she was

were twelve missed calls from Alice and her father. She began to playback the messages and groaned as they started from when she went on heat, asking for confirmation, through to more

on Saturday. Almost recovered now, thank you. All is well. Thanks.” And sent that in reply with a

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