Elena's POV
Something was wrong with me.
I knew it. I felt it. And yet, I didn't care.
I lay sprawled across the bed, my skin slick with sweat, my body aching—not from exhaustion, not from soreness, but from the unbearable, never-ending hunger.
It never stopped.
No matter how much Ace gave me. No matter how hard he fucked me. No matter how many times I screamed his name, clawed at his back, begged for more.
It was never enough.
I pressed a hand to my chest, panting as my body trembled. My heart was racing, my blood burning through my veins like liquid fire. This wasn't normal. This wasn't me.
My wolf purred in satisfaction, but I wasn't sure if it was her or something else. Something darker. Something cruel.
I turned my head to look at Ace. He lay beside me, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. Even he was spent. He had given me everything. Twice. But I was still aching. Still hungry.
