Page 25 of Rescued By The Wolf

All we can think about is our mate the whole way home. Her mom was still with the group, so I know I don’t have to worry about her threatening my mate.

She was scared though, my wolf points out, and I grit my teeth.

I know. We’ll fix it.

A moment later, we’re home, and I shift back, pulling on some new clothes from the box on the porch before I rush inside.

Sophie is sitting on the couch, her arms wrapped around her waist as she rocks back and forth slightly. Her cheeks are flushed red, probably from the cold, and I want to move her closer to the fireplace. Tears are spilling down her cheeks, and I rush to her side. Alec comes in from the kitchen, holding a cup of tea and he passes it to me.

“Thanks,” I tell him and he nods.

“I’ll head out. Let me know if you guys need anything.”

I nod and watch him leave before I turn back to my mate.

“Mate, Sophie, it’s okay,” I tell her as I gather her up in my arms.

I pull her onto my lap, and she breaks down, sobbing into my chest. My wolf is pacing back and forth inside me, worried about our mate, and I try to reassure him while I comfort her.

“It’s okay. He’s gone. He won’t be back. Everything is going to be okay,” I tell her.

She just keeps crying, and I hold her tighter.

Facing down bad guys and getting shot at overseas, none of it ever scared me. This though? Seeing my mate cry? It terrifies me.

Fix this! My wolf snaps at me.

“Please stop crying, Sophie. It’s killing me to see you like this. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“You’re going to hate me,” she sniffles, and I can’t help it.

I start to laugh.

ELEVEN

Sophie

“Hate you? I could never hate you,” he tells me with a chuckle.

I cling to Flint as he rocks me back and forth on the couch.

“I was so worried,” I whisper, and he shushes me.

“It’s fine. I’ll always take care of you. I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he promises.

I nod against him, trying to dry my tears. My emotions have been all over the place today. I went from deliriously happy to scared, to worried, then to relieved. I’m wrung out.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him, and he frowns down at me.

“For what?”

“For dragging you into all of this. I’m sure that your life was so much easier before I came along,” I say with a sniffle.

“Sure, but it was also boring. Each day blended into the next. I wouldn’t go back for anything,” he assures me, and I shake my head.

“You say that now.”

“And I mean it,” he interjects. “I love you, Sophie. Remember what I told you about shifters and fated mates? It was true. You’re the only one for me.”

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