She was not getting pregnant.
Violet took those words back the moment the fog around her mind began to lift. The mating fever had finally eased, though she could still feel it humming beneath her skin like an ever-annoying, invisible itch. But at least she could think again.
And right now, she needed to get out of this damn forest and find Adele. She prayed whatever contraceptive the healer had given her that day was "extremely" effective, because frankly, Griffin had literally fucked her brains out in the short time they'd spent here.
Not just Adele. Violet needed to see her other boyfriends. And while she and Griffin hadn't talked about it, it was obvious this was going to become a very complicated situation.
It was said that once the mate bond struck, the only person you'd crave, think about, or desire was your mate. Other men would repulse you, your body, mind and soul belonging to one person only.
But that wasn't the case here. Not even close.
