Bound by Moonlight

aching need to be touched, to feel someone close. But my mate, Sophia Lewis?

scrubbing her hands raw with

er teeth for ten minutes straight, li

Big mistake. She kicked me out-me and the whole damn bedding set-tossing us like yesterday's t

slap, sharp and stingi

through to her. She's a mountain, unyielding. The lowest point? Sneaking her worn clothes f

dy for weeks, and steeled myself to find her in the guest room to sign them. But then I

nding night-our so-called sacred bond-she spent it in there, carving away. That room's her fortress, off-limits to everyone. Including me, her mate. I

papers in my hand? Screw it. I ha

eking through the crack in the door, my ja

sized, her face flushed with a shy, hungry look I'd never seen. She leaned in, kissing the air where the statue's lip

ed, over and over. "I

e of the sculpture. I knew it instan

red different, too clean, too closed-off. But no. Her passion

ow moans echoing in my ears. She stayed in there all night. I sat on th

, barely glancing at me. "I'm heading t

ves. It all clicked-why she w

rced a bitter smile. "Sophia, hold up.

ing, she grabbed a pen, scrawled her name, and wrinkled her nose at the tear stains smud

rs further. I drove straight to the pack's family court. The clerk handed me a rece

ging. Thirty days, a