Chapter 37

Meadow’s POV

I wasn’t sure when I fell asleep, but the moment I woke up the next morning, I knew Alaric hadn’t slept in here with me.

Just to make sure I wasn’t just assuming, I reached behind me to touch his side of the bed. It was cold. And then I turned on the bed, shifting to look at it. To see with my own eyes.

It was made.

Alaric had whipped me with his belt and left me hanging. And he didn’t even come back after he’d made me believe that we would sleep together.

Maybe he changed his mind.

A rock formed in my throat at the realization that Alaric didn’t want to stay in the same room with me. He was probably repulsed by the fact that I’d been willing to take a few painful strokes just to save a man that wasn’t even worth it.

I got out of his bed, still in his shirt, and then I decided to go downstairs and get a cup of coffee.

It was too early to overthink shit.

The moment I walked into the kitchen, a deep vo