Chapter 163 One-hundred And Sixty-three

• Millicent
• I spent the entire day feeling like a teenager with her first crush. Every time I thought about Abel's promise to return tonight, heat pooled low in my belly. I tried to focus on Alexander during his morning feeding, on the pack correspondence Abel had sent over for review, but my mind kept drifting to last night. His hands on my skin. His mouth on my throat. The way he'd dropped to his knees like I was something to be worshipped.
• "You're going to burn a hole in that document if you stare any harder," Mom observed from across the lunch table.