She’d messed up my clothes, removed my bulbs, and fucked with every bottle in my bathroom. I ordered fresh gloves because I couldn’t bring myself to retrieve them from the bin.
Everywhere I looked in the house, she was tilting and shifting things out of place.
I knew it was her who kept flipping every bottle in the fridge the wrong way—several times a day.
If this went on, I’d end up choking her and her hyena.
They were probably out there laughing at me right now.
I sucked harder on my cigarette.
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Later that night, when I went into the kitchen, I saw muddy paw prints smeared across the floor.
She really was a damn animal.
I shook my head and strode to the fridge, yanking it open.
Ignore it.
Leave it alone.
Don’t let her win.
I gripped the handle so hard it tore free from the door.
I stared at the broken handle in my hand for several seconds, then hurled it across the kitchen before I began rearranging the milk, juice, water, and sauce bottles.
I stood there afterward, staring into the fridge, trying to remember why I’d opened it in the first place.
My mind was blank.
This was unacceptable behaviour.
I slammed the fridge shut and turned away.
By the time I reached my bedroom, my head was throbbing.
I showered, groomed, and brushed my teeth. While I was flossing, I realised it was Friday. Then another thought crossed my mind.
Since you’ve bonded with her, does that mean I can’t have sex with anyone else?I asked Fenrir.
You can try, but I doubt you’ll manage it. Even if you achieve an erection, I would scare them off.
What’s the point in trying, then?I asked dryly.
Exactly my point.
I did not sleep well that night.
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She was in the kitchen when I went to make my coffee—wearing my clothes and eating my food. She didn’t look up. She didn’t speak.
It had been six days since her heat. Six days of silence and fucking with me.
I should stick her back in the cell.
