"Here," I said, stopping before an ornate door that gleamed with fresh polish. "These will be your chambers."
Your chambers. The words felt like a lie even as I spoke them. Because in my mind, these weren't guest quarters or temporary accommodation. They were her rooms in our home, the space where she would sleep and wake and slowly come to understand that she belonged here.
I reached past her to open the door, and the movement brought me close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from her skin. Close enough that her scent filled my senses completely, making the wolf pace with barely contained hunger.
So close, it whispered. Just lower your head, press your face to her throat, breathe her in properly.
The urge was almost overwhelming. She smelled like everything I'd been missing
