Chapter 48

Olivia Martins

I curled into the corner of Ryker’s bed, hugging my knees to my chest. The sheets smelled wrong, clean and sharp, like soap and pine. Not like Caspian. Not like the warm, earthy scent that used to make me feel safe. This wasn’t his bed, and no matter how exhausted I was, my body refused to rest here.

I shouldn’t be in another man’s bed. Even if I hadn’t touched the pillows, even if I was just a guest, it felt like betrayal. Not when my mate was under the same roof.

A thought made me freeze.

Was Bridget with him?

Was she in our bed? On my side?

I shot upright too quickly, the dizziness hitting me like a wave. My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat as my mind tormented me with images I didn’t want. Caspian, naked, his arms tangled with hers. His lips on her skin. His voice in her ear. Her hands on him. The kind of closeness that should only belong to me.

A scream clawed its way up my throat. I grabbed the nearest pi