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It’s pure, raw emotion, more intimate than anything I’ve ever experienced before.

Savannah looks at me with pleading eyes, her body trembling under me as she whimpers and whines; I know what she wants. Pressing a kiss to my bite mark, that she wears so proudly, I suck hard before thrusting deeper inside her.

Our orgasms crash into us in waves as my knot pops into place, locking us together.

I could live like this. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

Watching her lose herself in ecstasy, knowing I’m the one who made her feel this way, that I make her feel loved, safe, and wanted, makes me feel things I don’t think I could ever explain.

I’ve always been afraid to disappoint others; my parents, my friends, my pack.

When I care about someone, I care with everything that I have.

And for years, I’ve felt like Savannah’s biggest disappointment. I was her Alpha, and I couldn’t protect her. All the logical things people told me didn’t matter. Because in my mind, I failed her.

But right here, right now, our bodies locked together, lost in nothing but each other, I feel a part of me heal. The part I hated myself for, beat myself up over every day. The part that told me I wasn't good enough, that I’ll never be. That no one needed or wanted me.

She does. She needs me and wants me. She thinks I’m good enough.

And because of that, I think I’ll be able to accept that too.

Chapter 37

Savannah

“Oh dear god!” Walkersucks in a gasp as his eyes fly open, locking with mine.

“Morning, sleepy head. Time to wake up. Santa came!” The grin that takes over my face stretches from ear to ear as I bounce on top of him, vibrating with excitement.

He grunts, running a hand over his face. “You scared the shit out of me.”

Scrambling off him, I kneel at the end of the bed. “Well, that's not a good way to wake up.” I wrinkle my nose. “I was excited for presents, but now I’m grossed out.”

“What's going on?” Caleb groans.

“Walker shit the bed,” I tell him.

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