Chapter 149 Panting And Pathetic

• The sun rose over the palace, but for Fenrir, the light felt like an interrogation. Every muscle in his body ached with a heat he couldn't explain. He stood before the tall bedroom mirror, meticulously adjusting his silk shirt to hide the marks on his skin. He had to be perfect. He had to be the man Sophie believed he was.
• When Sophie woke up, she smiled at him, her eyes full of the innocent love that Adonis so deeply resented. "You stayed out late, my love," she whispered, stepping up to adjust his collar.
• Fenrir forced a smile, though his heart hammered against his ribs. "Just business with the elders, Sophie. Nothing to worry about."