Chapter 83: _ They All Know
The moment my mother left, I flopped back onto the bed with a groan, rubbing a hand on my face.
María José.
Shit.
The memories of last night sat around my mind like a noose. Her soft body against mine, her intoxicating scent, her parted lips, her pulse racing beneath my teeth.
My teeth. My bite.
I had bitten her. I had tasted her. And worst of all? It hadn’t been a mistake.
The pleasure had been consuming, too raw and real to be just a slip of control. Something inside me had wanted it—no, craved it.
Hugo had disappeared last night, that traitor. I was left dealing with the aftermath alone, with no one to blame but myself.
"Hugo, you bastard." I hissed out, gritting my teeth.
"Oh, don’t pin this on me," Hugo replied lazily, stretching in the back of my mind like a wolf basking in the aftermath of a hunt. "That was all you, buddy".
"You disappeared!" I seethed.