CAELIN POV
This was probably illegal.
Not the fake Uber part.
That was definitely illegal.
The problem was that I genuinely didn’t give a f**k anymore.
Oliver had completely disappeared inside my head the second Martha slid into the backseat.
Gone.
Absolutely f*****g gone.
My wolf had spent the entire drive vibrating with satisfaction so intense it bordered on insanity while her scent filled the car around me, soft and warm and feminine enough to make concentrating on the road a real challenge.
Focused solely on her.
Mate.
Mine.
Close.
The possessive pulse of it kept slamming through my chest over and over again.
I had to bite the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood just to stop myself from making some deeply embarrassing sound every time she spoke.
Which was humil
