Emily lay in bed, Vincent’s arm wrapped around her waist as the sound of his deep breathing brought her comfort and anxiety at the same time.
If she were his mate, why didn’t he claim her?
Was it because she wasn’t a shifter like him and could only weaken him in a pack? They hadn’t talked about his pack and she was curious if she would meet them tomorrow; she bit her lip as she thought about that. He hadn’t claimed her as his mate, why couldn’t she stop thinking about it?
Slipping from beneath his muscular arm Emily sat on the edge of the bed looking at him. In his sleep, Vincent looked much younger than he was. She grabbed the plush throw blanket on her chair and covered him up; he moved into the spot she had laid seeking her warmth in his sleep and she smiled softly.
Emily moved
