The Wolf and the Bunny

Elias briefly entertained the idea of sending Callie home, but knew she would never agree to it. Besides, there could be more admirers at Valour Ridge, and Elias wouldn’t be there to ward them off. Elias muttered a curse. Callie merely turned in her sleep, oblivious to her husband’s dilemma. In that moment, Elias found himself powerless when it came to Callie. Yet, as he contemplated the woman who was eight years his junior, he couldn’t shake off the jealousy that coursed through him. So many men were drawn to her, and Elias’s heart still burned with possessiveness. Unable to restrain himself, he bent down, his gaze fixed on Callie’s slumbering form. With an abrupt surge of passion, he kissed her fiercely, his lips domineering in their intensity. Fearful of waking her, he limited the kiss to a brief moment before pulling back and gripping her hand tightly. Callie, lost in a bizarre dream, felt a peculiar sensation. She dreamed of having rabbit ears and frolicking in the grass, waiting