Page 118 of Juliet & Her Romeos

“What did I do wrong?” Benedict sits up, panicked. He rests the back of his hand on my forehead. “You’re even hotter. Is this meant to happen? Did I break you?”

I shake my head, reaching up to clasp his wrist.

“You were perfect.” My throat is hoarse. It’s painful to force out the words, but I’m going to. “It was incredible. I don’t know…”

Something’s wrong.

A fever is ripping through my body.

This can’t be happening, right?

I’m a Non-Heat.

But this doesn’t feel like a reaction to stress or the flu.

Then despite just having come, my pussy gushes with wetness, and I know that itishappening.

Here on Christmas Day with Ambrose insisting that this is a fake bond and not admitting that Vito is part of the pack.

My first heat is unexpectedly here.

Fuck, no.

My eyes flutter closed.

My vision blurs to gray.

“Juliet.” Benedict wraps his arms around me. “Juliet.”

Then my head lolls back, and there’s nothing but darkness.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Romeo Hall, Sanctum

Did I die?

Will I be lost in the dark forever?

I don’t open my eyes.

Fevered, I roll around on a bed that crinkles and rustles. It smells deliciously of sweet honey.

I rub at my itching skin.

Someone pulls me against their hard chest, and I sigh in delight because they feel cool against my heated body. I burrow closer to them.

Then I raise my head and sniff.

I catch a sudden powerful waft of spicy, almond Cognac.

Alpha!

It makes slick gush between my thighs.

I need my Alpha.

I need to be knotted.

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