Page 143 of Knot Their Arrangement

The sincerity in his words makes my heart skip. This isn't the carefully controlled detective or the dangerous Alpha – this is just Ezekiel, showing me a side of himself I suspect few people get to see.

"If this Velvet woman is important and the Safe Haven is a vital part of your life and survival until we got to meet you," he continues, each word carrying the weight of absolute conviction, "it's my duty to ensure its protection and ongoing continuation of services."

His dedication to protecting not just me but the things and people I care about strikes something deep inside me.

This isn't about control or ownership – it's about understanding what matters to me and wanting to preserve it. The Safe Haven represents more than just a building or organization; it's a symbol of hope for Omegas seeking escape from oppression and abuse.

The fact that Ezekiel recognizes this, that he's willing to use his position and influence to protect that sanctuary, tells me more about his character than any words could.

He doesn't just talk about caring – he acts on it, finding practical ways to provide protection and support.

Looking at him now, I see layers I missed in our earlier encounters. Yes, he's a powerful Alpha and a respected detective, but he's also someone who understands the importance of community and protection.

"I appreciate it," I say softly, genuine gratitude coloring my voice. A playful smirk tugs at my lips as I add, "And for a detective, you're a surprisingly soft kisser."

Ezekiel stares at me for a solid five seconds, his expression unreadable as he processes my teasing. The look makes me snicker – I can practically see the gears turning in his head as he debates how to respond.

"I'm not saying you're a bad kisser," I clarify, unable to stop grinning. "Just a soft?—"

He cuts me off mid-sentence, his lips claiming mine with an intensity that makes my previous assessment seem ridiculous.

This kiss holds nothing of the earlier gentleness – it's pure passion and precise control, drawing a moan from me that I couldn't suppress if I tried.

My arms find their way around his neck without conscious thought, my body moving on pure instinct. Somehow I've managed to climb him like a tree, legs wrapping around his waist as if I belong there. When we finally break apart for air, I'm breathless and a little dazed.

"I take it back," I manage to say, noting his satisfied smirk.

"I'm not used to approaching a woman as strongly as I would a man," he admits, something vulnerable entering his expression. His hands support me effortlessly, but there's tension in his frame as he continues. "I should probably tell you... I wasn't sure about your ideology regarding one of your Alphas being intimate with another in the same pack, especially after your conversation with Astraea, but...me and Damon have a thing."

The hesitation in his voice makes my heart ache. Here's this powerful Alpha, worried about my reaction to something so natural.

"I have no problem with that at all," I assure him immediately. "Actually, it's super hot." A grin spreads across my face as I add, "Though I did notice you were a bit jealous when he wasn't bending to your regulations on protecting me."

A blush colors his cheeks – an absolutely adorable sight on someone usually so composed.

"We have a power dynamic," he mutters, clearly flustered. "And I'm obviously giving 'top' energy."

"Mhmm," I agree, giggling as I tighten my hold around his neck. Feeling bold, I press closer to ask, "Between us, what energy are you portraying?"

His surprise at my dominance is evident in the way his breath catches.

"Are you a top dominating psychopath?" he asks, sounding both impressed and mildly concerned.

"I am NOT a psychopath!" I gasp in mock offense, though I can't help grinning. "I'm just crazy sometimes." My expression turns thoughtful as I add, "Though I have no clue how I'm gonna act with my heat ‘cause I haven't had it yet."

The confession brings a different kind of tension to the air between us.

I can feel his grip tighten slightly, protective instincts warring with the need to maintain control. Being this close to him, I can sense the subtle changes in his scent – how it deepens with desire but remains carefully leashed.

"It won't be long before we figure that out, it seems," Ezekiel says, his tone carrying professional concern beneath the casual delivery.

"Really?" I tilt my head, curiosity piqued.

"The doctor mentioned your first heat is closer than we'd like," he explains carefully. "He's given you a special suppressant to buy us some days, but with you being so close to a pack, it may intensify and start earlier."

"So it's like when two girls hang out with one another enough that their cycles sync?" I suggest, drawing on what limited knowledge I have of these matters.

Ezekiel's expression turns absolutely dumbfounded, making me giggle. The sight of this sophisticated detective looking so confused over basic biology is somehow both endearing and hilarious.

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