Watching her clumsy little performance, I almost wanted to laugh.
Five years. We'd each been bonded for five years. And now she wasn't used to it?
"Is that so?" I set down my glass, a faint smile curving my lips. "Your adjustment period is... impressive."
Aurora clearly hadn't expected me to stay this composed. Surprise flickered across her face before she could hide it, her scent spiking briefly with confusion.
Something shifted in her expression—like she'd just confirmed a suspicion. Convinced now that I truly felt nothing for Fenris, the hostility in her eyes dimmed, her wolf settling.
The next second, she looped her arm through mine, her voice going deliberately soft. "You don't understand, Omega Ashvale. I really do depend on Fenris."
Her tone was light, almost breathy, but underneath it ran an unmistakable thread of smugness.