After Winter left the hotel room, Julian gathered his clothes and put them on. He thought about going after Winter, but he did not think badgering her any further at the moment would help.
He could almost not believe that the previous night had zero effect on her. It was as if she had moved on while he was hanging on to something that no longer existed. As far as she was concerned, they were now nothing more than partners in a political marriage arrangement involving their packs.
He shook his head as he paced. No, he could not give up, no matter how determined she appeared. He had to show her that he was willing to commit himself not just to the arranged marriage for his pack’s sake, but also to her.
She was his mate, and he wanted to take care of her as one. There were still a few days
