Chapter 105. My Child

Eryn’s POV

The morning comes too soon. The light shines through the window like a thief coming to take Atticus from me. I close my eyes tightly, trying to block out the rays, silently begging for a few more hours with my mate. Atticus is already stirring beside me, and I know our time together is limited. Why did I have to do the noble thing and agree to stay behind? For once in my life, I want to be selfish. I want to put myself first.

Atticus grumbles, flexing his arms around me. His fingers dig into my skin like he is trying to leave a permanent mark of where he has been. Eventually, he lets go. “I have to get ready.”

I nod. It is the only thing I can do. The thick ball in my neck won’t let me speak. When he gets out of bed, I curl into myself, trying to replace his warmth. I hate this.

After a few moments of pouting, I manage to sit up, and Atticus pulls his shirt over my head. I laugh to myself, breathing in his rich scent. “I am never taking this