The next morning,
Radulf's eyeballs moved as he finally woke up from the deep slumber. The heat in his body had finally subsided, but his nostrils again wafted with that enticing, pleasant fragrance.
"Melissa," he murmured. 'Why am I thinking about her even in my sleep?'
Radulf felt the cold, steady breath of someone on his chest and he promptly opened his eyes. His eyes widened to see Melissa, lying in his open arm and her clothes were on her body. His gaze landed on the mark on her neck, representing their mate bond.
"Fuck! I marked her!" He exclaimed in shock, "and mated with her!" Radulf brought his hand to his hair, trying to recall when he lost his mind last night.
'Black, why? I told you to be in control. It was only about a night.' Radulf talked to his wolf.