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Chapter 32

Walker

Work has been brutallately. I feel like I’m never home.

Athena is growing up before my eyes, and I’m missing it all.

Savannah just came into our lives a month ago, and I’ve had hardly any time with her.

Between her bonding and adjustment time with Jake and Caleb, then the fire taking a few of our people out of commission for a few weeks, I fucking miss her.

When I’m not with her, I crave her touch and her sweet candy apple scent. When I am home, I’m too fucking tired to do anything but shower and crash. I’m lucky enough to get something to eat.

It doesn’t help that my mom and sisters have been calling me nonstop, demanding to meet Savannah and to see the baby. I don’t even have time to breathe, let alone go visit my family.

My sleep schedule is off. I’m napping anytime I’m home, day or night.

But the one thing I love that makes the restlessness inside me settle is that every time I pass out, no matter the time of day, Savvy is always there when I wake up. Her small little body wrapped around me like a koala.

I can’t imagine my life without her. She’s my everything. My heart and soul. I live for her smiles, her laugh, and whatever crazy, out-there thing that's going to come out of her mouth.

Her job isn’t an issue, half the time we forget what she does. She hardly comes home with any evidence from the activities she does in her line of work.

She’s slowly making her way through her list, and with each person she takes out, the more I see the determination in her eyes to finish what she set out to do.

The Alpha in me wants to track every last one of them down and take care of them myself. But this isn’t my fight. The best we can do is stand by her and support her. Even if supporting her means letting her commit mass murder.

I want to make her mine. I mean, she already is. She’s my scent match, but I want her to wear my mark, and for me to wear hers.

I’m jealous that everyone else in the pack has taken that step with her except me. I might have been the most apprehensive in the beginning, but I’ve fallen hard and fast for this woman.

My past doesn’t matter anymore. She’s not the woman who’s using me for my money or to gain something.

She’s with me for me. And despite being scent matched, I know if Savannah didn’t want me, she wouldn’t be with me. Scent matches aren't enough for someone like Savannah. She would rather kill us than be with us if we weren’t good people.

“You need to get laid, my man.” Will clamps me on the shoulder as I pour a cup of coffee. I’m only halfway through my shift, and I’m already drained.

“Kind of hard when I have no fucking time,” I mutter, taking a sip and sighing.

Every part of me has been screaming to sink my teeth into Savannah right alongside my knot. To make her mine, to mark her. To have her perfect, tight cunt choke my cock until I’m filling her up.

But if I did that, we’d be like the others, lost in the post bonding haze and fucking like rabbits. I want that. Fucking crave that, but I couldn’t take that kind of time off work. It wouldn’t have been fair.

“Want some good news?” Will asks.

“Better than bad news.” I raise a brow as I take another sip.

He chuckles. “Wilkins and Robbson will be back tomorrow. Boss-man said you, me, and two others get the next five days off.”

I pause with my cup mid-air. “You’re fucking kidding me?” I grin.

“Nope. So, do us all a favor and bite that Omega of yours and dick her down good. Because we’re all tired of your broody, moody bullshit.”

I snort a laugh, taking a sip and shaking my head. “I plan on doing just that.” I wink.

Once I’m done with my coffee, I head down to get a head start on washing the trucks.

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