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She shifted, ignoring the muscle pull to flop on her back. She was still naked, but she wasn’t nearly as shy as she was when she’d woken in his room when they first met. She glanced to her right, only to release a gasp of surprise when she saw herappearance. Gawking at herself, she couldn’t believe how she looked. Her skin looked like someone had run her over.

Her hair was wild about her head, and from what she could see of her body, she was covered in bruises. The teeth mark on her shoulder stood out in sharp relief. She reached up and brushed her fingers along it. This was a wolf's mating bite.

She saw many women proudly sporting theirs; some had tattoos over them with dates showing when they were mated.

She pulled her left leg from beneath the covers to see another bite mark on her ankle. Her brow quirked in amusement as she went ahead and ripped the entire sheet off her body and saw the nail marks on her hip right over the surgery scar there.

She always heard rumors about how rough shifters got when mating; oddly enough, she wasn’t bothered. Honestly, she hadn’t felt any pain, and to be frank, she wanted to do it again.

A naughty vision of her tossed across the bed, being fucked silly, hit her, and she covered her body once more, hating the flush that came to her cheeks.

Deciding to take a shower, she went to stand just as the door opened and Morgan entered.

She jerked her sheet higher, shooting her an annoyed look, glad she’d placed her disguise spell just in time. “Doesn’t anyone knock anymore?’’

“Hmm, you never worried about me knocking before,” Morgan said with a wicked look. “Unless there's something you’re trying to hide.” She tapped her shoulder. “Like a mating bite, perhaps.” She grinned.

Groaning, Eliza let the sheet drop. “Was it that obvious?”

“Well,” Morgan said, letting the door shut behind her. “When your brother knocks on your door at the butt crack of dawn demanding that you come to see his new mate because she’s been fucked to oblivion.” She hummed. “Sort of obvious.”

Eliza’s mouth dropped. “He didn’t?”’

Morgan laughed, shaking her head. She set the basket on her arm on the edge of the bed. “No, I was joking. He said nothing; he only asked me to check on you while he was at another meeting.” She plopped down and leaned over, tapping the side of her nose. “But the scent will tell.”

Eliza frowned and sniffed. “I don’t smell anything.”

“Good for you,” Morgan said, wrinkling her nose. “It’s like he doused you in pheromones.”

Eliza copied her expression. “Is it that bad? I was just about to take a shower.”’

“It won’t change how you smell to us; for the woman, it will be bearable, but for the men.” She shook her head, eyeing her. “They’ll be staying far away from you, not that they would have hung close with you being just claimed. Single werewolves stay far away from newly mated females unless they want to lose their head.”

Eliza stared at her hands. “You know, usually I don’t go around with a bright red sign declaring I just fucked.” She looked at Morgan with a hopeless look. “But it feels like I’m wearing such a sign now.”

Morgan laughed. “Don’t worry, you won’t be the only one.” Her expression turned troubled. “Lilly disappeared on me, so I’m sure she’s going to be returning either a; grumpy cause she couldn’t find her mate or b; she’s going to be smelling worse than you.”

Eliza felt a little better hearing she wouldn’t be the only one walking around with Eud du Wolf. “What that?” she asked, motioning with her chin to the basket.

Morgan grabbed the trim cover and yanked. “Breakfast and—” She grabbed a container out of the basket. “Something you’ve been missing but didn’t know we could easily get.”

Confused looked from the container to Morgan, “And what’s that?”

“Coffee,” she said with a slight smirk.

I blinked, only to want to leap on her and kiss her. But I refrained; I was sure I wouldn’t just hurt her but myself as well, “I remember,” I said, my eyes on the container like it was an answer to all my prayers. “How did you manage to get it here?”

She winked, “Secret, I can’t tell you.”

“Are you serious?” Eliza grumbled, “I told you about that stash of chocolates the cook had.”

“That was different; that was for the good of werewolves.” Morgan protested.

“Werewolves, my ass.”

They argued over the difference between chocolate and coffee until Eliza heard the ruckus outside. Wiping tears from her eyes, she sighed. “Enough; I’m not going to get to eat anything if I don’t stop.”

Morgan stood, “Right, it’s not healthy to argue with a female werewolf.”

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