Chapter 5
Dove was so frustrated. Of course, May would get up and leave her.
Of course, Dove’s pleas that they could be more would fall on empty ears.
She knew who May was, so why did she think those soft whispers that had reassured her would mean May was a different person?
She had seen the caring Alpha who helped her through her heat.
She even found out that May hadn’t had sex in over a year.
But no, May wasn’t any different. Dove saw a future of what they could be, but Dove would never be enough for May, and May would never change.
She lay on the bed as her mind ran through the night they shared together.
Maybe it was all just primal need, yet she felt May.
She got a glimpse of May’s pheromones at certain moments.
She felt love. Dove had thought May loved her when her defenses were lowered.
Those pheromones had hit her like a brick just before her orgasms. The rest of their sex had Dove over the moon.
Maybe it was just her heat though. Maybe she had imagined the love that lived in May’s eyes and soul.
Tears filled her eyes. She was so stupid. It meant nothing. Just rutting and fucking in a heat.
When her tears finally dried, there was a soft knock on the door, startling her.
“Lady Fortenberry? The captain told me to bring you this. I will leave it at the door for you.” She didn’t recognize the voice, but the mention of May caused her frustration to rise again.
The fire had died while the slick had stuck to her legs.
She felt dirty and went to the small washroom behind the wall.
She would eat before she bathed herself, but she had to wipe off what was between her legs—the remnants of May’s passion.
Once she cleaned that off, she went to her wardrobe of clothes and grabbed the clothes that would hang loosely on her sensitive skin.
The food sat right out by the hearth where May left it.
She peeked out the door to see what it was and when her eyes locked on the herbs, she lost it all.
Fuck her.