Chapter 34
(Lenora POV)
I want to be a tree.
Yes. That tree. The one he's punching like it owes him money.
I want to be bark and bark and bark under those calloused fists. Better yet—why can't he take all that pent-up frustration out on me?
Preferably in me.
I groan dramatically and flop onto the grass like a maiden who's been denied her rightful pleasures for far too long.
It's been over a week. A week, since I jumped him in the forest like a woman possessed. And what has my mate done since? Nothing. Not a single move. Not a kiss stolen under moonlight, not a heated glance in the kitchen, not even an innocent groping while walking past me in the hallway.
He's too busy being broody and emotionally unavailable.
Apparently, the nights are for his "sacredjourney" to connect with his inner wolf, and the days are for getting punched across the meadow by my father.
When is it time for me?
I have needs too! Emotional, spiritual, physical—veryphysical—needs.
