Addicted to Chastity

Ron came back.

He had just finished a campaign to wipe out the northern bandits, and his armor still carried the lingering smell of blood.

Yet at this moment, this Alpha, who made enemies tremble with fear, paused at the entrance of the bedroom.

He took a deep breath before stepping inside.

After my bath, I lay straight under the covers without wearing anything.

Listening to his slightly hurried footsteps approaching, my heart kept racing.

A year.

It had been a whole year since I became the mate of the Alpha of the Thunder Pack, and I had almost kept the bed empty every night.

Campaigns, training, expelling enemies... He always had endless reasons to be busy.

I could barely remember what it felt like to sleep in each other's arms.

The sound of water filled the room. I closed my eyes, imagining the water rushing over his back muscles, sliding over his sculpted abs...

The water stopped, and the door opened.

He only had a loose towel tied around his waist, water droplets rolling down his honey-colored skin, looking especially tempting in the candlelight.

A strong masculine scent instantly filled the room.

He lifted a corner of the quilt, and when his gaze fell on my bare skin, he froze completely. The air turned stiff. He almost hastily averted his eyes, his Adam's apple rolling violently up and down.

Suddenly, he grabbed a towel from the side and roughly wiped the water off his body—even though he was already dry. I stared at him with fiery eyes.

Ron had been fighting outside all year round, training hard every day, even more robust than ordinary warriors. His muscles were like carved stone, extending down to his waistline, with a perfect mermaid line, and the blood vessels at the junction were prominent.

No matter how you looked at him, he didn't seem like a man who was... incapable.

But what was puzzling was that he seemed to have no interest in intimacy at all.

Up to this day, not once.

He turned his back to me, stiffly uttering two words: "Put this on." A soft silk nightgown was thrown beside the bed.

Again!

I lifted the quilt and suddenly pressed against his broad back. Under my palm, the muscles on his back instantly tensed like iron, and the scalding temperature burned me.

"Darling..." My lips were almost touching his. I felt the sudden heat of that skin on my face, and heard the chaotic beating of his heart. It worked! I rejoiced inwardly.

But before I could be sure, he suddenly stepped back.

"I get it." His hand brushed my cheek, sending a tingle through me. A rush of heat surged to my lower abdomen, making my whole body burn.

Then I saw him stride to the wooden cabinet in the corner and take out a stick...

I instantly fell silent, anger flaring up.

"Ron! Don't you have... that?"

He turned around abruptly, a look of astonishment flashing across his handsome