Though night had fallen, Zayn felt restless. He tossed and turned in bed, sheets tangled around his legs. His wolf paced restlessly inside him. His wolf wanted him to find Lily and take her back.
“Shut up,” Zayn growled, rubbing his temples. “She’s not our mate. She’s the enemy.”
She’s ours. Need her. His wolf howled.
Zayn clenched his jaw in frustration. It didn’t make any sense. How could his wolf crave the daughter of their enemy? The one who killed their mate and destroyed everything they loved.
“Zayn?” Victoria’s concerned voice interrupted his thoughts.
She leaned against the bathroom doorframe in a sheer nightgown that left little to the imagination and accentuated her curves.
“Can’t sleep?” She asked as she climbed onto the bed behind him. Her fingers quickly found his tensed shoulder muscles.
With practiced skill, she kneaded his muscles as she lowered to whisper in his ear, “You need to relax, Zayn. I can help with that.”
