VIVIENNE's POV
My body still shook from my own arousal and the climax Roman had subjected me to over and over again.
The cold air hit my skin as Roman pulled away, the absence of his body and the cold tile beneath my feet reminding me exactly where I was.
My breath came in ragged gasps as I reached up and turned off the shower.
''Roman?'' I called out with trembling voice my as I grabbed a thick towel, wrapping it tightly around my wet chest.
He didn't look back.
He grabbed a dark pair of trousers from the hook, pulling them on with a tense, fast precision that showed that his wolf had taken over.
The soft, reassuring husband who had just held my jaw, kissed me breathless, fucked me shitless and breathed words that left my chest fighting for air was gone, replaced by the Alpha of Crescent moon pack.
He threw the bathroom door open with a loud bang, his footstep drumming against the floor and echoing off the walls as he stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
