Nathan's POV
The line went dead, but the sound didn't.
Her voice was still in my ears.
Her loud moans.
The sound of his grunts.
That desperate whisper when she said, "More."
For a moment, I just sat there, staring at the phone like it wasn't real. The screen dimmed, then went black, but the ache in my chest kept growing.
I didn't move.
Didn't blink.
Didn't breathe.
Ten minutes and forty-seven seconds.
That was how long I'd listened.
I hadn't meant to. I just wanted to check if she was okay after. But then I heard her moans, and I couldn't hang up. I told myself I would any second now, but I didn't. I just sat there, frozen, while the sound of her moans and his grunts resounded through the call.
A bitter laugh left my lips as I shook my head. "You did it, Nathan," I muttered to myself. "You finally learned what it feels like to be the fool."
My wolf was restless inside me, pacing, growling low and angry. "She is still yours."
