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Nothing else made sense. There was only one pure thought—Adrienne—that blew everything away.

He stopped at the edge of the bed. There was so much demand from his beast.

Using the back of his finger to touch her face, he felt her warm skin and let out a low rumble of praise.

It was impossible to resist her body, the lines, and curves lethally beautiful. Her hair lay soft and silky around her face because Lila washed it for her. A soft body like hers intrigued him. He wanted to explore its dips and grooves.

She had emitted an explosive pleasure-soaked scent before, and Noah wanted to bathe in it. That scent was mouth-watering, and his beast wanted nothing more than to share it, take it from her, and put it on his skin. He needed to let other males know that she was his

Even lying on the bed, he wanted to run with her and hide her from the world because she was so different.

His fingers clenched, and he placed his palm flat against her cheek. Her face turned into his palm as if she were seeking him, and his heart did a curious, strange skip.

He whispered, “Can’t leave Noah.” The selfish beastly heart saw what the human part hadn’t seen yet.

Sitting back in his chair, he closed his eyes and shook his head.

Adrienne

Three days later, she found herself looking at a home in Moon with an overeager male by her side. He was bursting to show her the home.

His enthusiasm made her keep smiling, but it was stiff and fractured.

Adrienne’s original intent was to get home as soon as she could. When she spoke with the doctor, she didn’t expect this.

Now she was gazing at a beautiful wooden home that blended into the surroundings. Gentle care and maintenance had allowed the moss to grow on the right side of the house where it was shady and the wood rough, so it blended in seamlessly.

When he coughed Adrienne almost jumped. “Don’t like it?” Noah asked.

She let out a long breath. “Like it,” she echoed, filled with wonder.

The fairy tale house sat in a dense wood; it seemed like something out of a dream. Like it was not the problem and she said as much.

“Then what is…the problem?” Noah asked.

He was trying hard to improve his language and every day, he improved the quality of his speech. It may have been that he was talking and listening to people around him without getting snapped at.

She approached the house with a disbelieving laugh. She couldn’t bring herself to touch the door or take another step. The whole thing was unbelievable, to say the least, and she was worried she was hallucinating—maybe still locked up in the warehouse.

“It just doesn’t make sense to me why they would give me a home. I really didn’t do anything.” Looking over her shoulder, she found his eyes fixed on her.

“You suffered for me.”

“How?” she asked. When he reached out a hand to touch her, she slid away from him. “I don’t understand. I didn’t do anything.”

He looked at her like she was out of her mind, making her want to snap at him.

Deep breath.

“I didn’t do anything?” she repeated calmly, despite what she was feeling.

“You could’ve…have been a spy. You weren’t. You kept me calm. You followed my…” He paused and scratched his head like he was confused. “…urgings.”

“A spy!” She almost laughed at the absurdity of it. With a strangled groan, she rubbed a hand over her eyes. “All I did was almost die,” she laughed. The sound was full of self-loathing and hurt making the words darker. “Multiple times.”

He frowned at that; his long hair down around his shoulders moved with a shushing sound as he ran his fingers through it. Why did he have to look so damn handsome when he did that?

When he moved his hand over his face, he flexed his arm, and his shirt rode up just high enough to reveal his firm stomach. Seeing his pecs bunch up and his muscles ripple, she swallowed hard and looked away.

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