The very next day, Luke’s demeanor had completely changed whenever Clarisse was around. He ignored her to the extent he went to Konrard to relay work related instructions even when she was right across the room. It was beginning to annoy the hell out of Clarisse.
Fated Mates…
Those were the words her inner wolf had whispered to her last night. After Luke had left her room instead of resting like he told her, Clarisse spent most of the night sulking and thinking about him. He initiated everything last night and it irritated her that he stopped just when she was already overstimulated.
Glancing at the Crown Prince at his table, Clarisse cleared her throat. She intended to get his attention, but he didn’t even budge from whatever document it was he had his nose shoved in. She turned to her own set of documents, then cleared her throat again – much louder this time.