"It's the middle of the night. Why aren't you in bed? What are you doing out here?"
I stared up at him, unable to believe the words coming out of his mouth. My voice shook. "That's my question to ask, not yours. Theron, I'm carrying your pup. And while I was sleeping, you were in there with another woman. Have you no shame at all?"
The mating mark on my neck throbbed. It had been warm once, in the early years, a constant low pulse of connection that reminded me I belonged to someone and someone belonged to me. Now it burned. A dull, sick heat, like an infection spreading beneath the skin.
"Sera, don't overthink this. Corvina's mate is dead. She hasn't had any intimacy in a long time. I was just helping her out. It's perfectly normal, isn't it? Relax. There's nothing between us beyond this. You're my mate. You always will be." He softened his tone like he was coaxing a pup. "Be good. Don't get upset. It's bad for the little one."