Chapter 42

Lucas
So, there I am, sprawled out on this lumpy-ass couch in the cabin, trying to relax, but my brain? Oh, no. It’s staging a full-blown coup. My eyes keep drifting over to the door like Aria’s just gonna waltz in, looking all pissed and gorgeous with those soft green eyes of hers. Man, the way she looked at me earlier? It was like I personally kicked a puppy. Sad. Disappointed. Haunting.
And here I am, just... sitting. My wolf is losing his mind in the background, pacing and growling, ‘Go get her, dumbass! She’s our mate!’ But nah, can’t do it. Won’t do it. I mean, technically, our whole “relationship” is fake anyway. Right? RIGHT?!