But even then, I couldn’t erase the memories. The touch of a man who was not my mate. The ghost of his breath on my skin. The whispered words I wasn’t supposed to hear.
By the time I emerged from the bathroom, my hair still damp, Benedict was waiting for me. His eyes dragged over me, dark with something unreadable.
"Felicia..."
I ignored him and reached for my clothes. Before I could react, his arms wrapped around me from behind, his grip unyielding.
"Let me go." My voice was sharp, warning him.
"Don’t push me away," he whispered into my ear. "We can fix this. We can start over. We can have a child—"
Rage flooded my veins. I shoved him back with all the strength I had. "Are you insane?"
His face twisted with frustration. "You always wanted a pup, didn’t you? We can still—"
"Not with you."
The words struck him like a blade. His body went rigid.
Then, something in him snapped.
He lunged. I barely had time to react before he pinned me down, his weight crushing against me.
"Say that again," he growled, his breath hot against my skin.
I met his gaze without fear. "I would rather die than carry your child."
His expression darkened. And then his lips crashed onto mine in a desperate, punishing kiss.