[...] "I'm having a fight wxith my wife," he says. "My mind was somewhere else". He's still fighting with her ?
"Is she okay ?" Daisy asks, pulling her phone out of her pocket to text Rose.
"She's how she normally is," Connor says vaguely.
"Bitchy," Lo clarifies. "High-strung, obsessive compulsive." He smiles. "God, I'm so glad she didn't come."
"Be careful with her, Ryke. She might be experienced, but she's still my sister. If you hurt her, I'll personnaly snip off your balls and hang them on the Christmas tree this year."
I internally cringe. "I would't fucking hurt her, I promise you, Rose."
"How much did it hurt?" he suddenly asks.
"Did what hurt?"
"Watching her with other guys."
I choke at the flood of memories. "It felt like someone was drowning me in fucking salt water and lighting me on fire."
"You love me," I breathe.
He lets out a short laugh. "You're such a fucking girl."
"Say it again."
He smiles, a full blown one that tingles my body all over. "I fucking love you, sweetheart."
Ryke Meadows has invigorated my body and soul.
He is more than just my pillow.
My wolf.
My bodyguard.
He's my everything.