Although sometimes she felt like Caesar may sort of love her, she knew he didn't. It was impossible.
Caesar would someday fall in love and she would be left at the side, so she dared not think too far, not when this man she was too attracted to—too attached to, didn't feel that way towards her.
Sighing, Adeline shut her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Caesar, I-"
Her pupils snapped open the second she felt a pair of teeth bite into her shoulder. It was stinging.
"Caesar!" Her grip on his shoulder tightened. "That hurts." She moved to get off him, but Caesar held her in place.
"Stay still." Caesar groaned at her, holding her tightly. His scent was washing off her, and he needed to scent-mark her again. If he didn't do so, she was bound to get sick again, and he wasn't going to allow that to happen. Not when he'd managed to suppress it all along.