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Reid hums in agreement with this idea, and multiple wolves seem to feel the same, a crowd of heads bobbing in unison. My clenched fists soften, leaving me to rub out the stinging impression my fingernails left in my palms.

Noah stoops over Logan’s leg to aid the healing process with his tongue.

But the half-shifted wolf shoves him away. “I don’t want an Omega's pity.”

I suck in a sharp gasp. All I can see are Noah’s frozen shoulders, still hovering over the cowering Alpha.

But in Noah’s heart, I know he’s absolutely gutted, a knife-like pain jabbing the depths of my core.

Viktor growls. “Alright, Brightville, you don't want pity? I’ve lost it all for you. You’re disqualified from all foreseeable Summits.”

Logan’s eyes bulge. “W-what?!”

“You fucking heard me. You went in for a kill strike; you’re out. Everyone else? We’re taking an hour break. Go cool off.”

Noah doesn’t waste a second in taking my hand, guiding me away from the crowd. As I chase after my mate, his soft sniffles tear at my heart.

Chapter 21

We dash past bushy forest trees, but I can’t run very far, my feet dragging.

Noah doubles back for me, his frustration rising when he sees me gripping our baby. “Fuck, sorry, I’m so fucking inconsiderate—”

“Hey.” I place a hand on his chest, stopping him where he stands.

Then I strip my top. Noah’s jaw drops.

I laugh. “Shift with me, gorgeous. It’s a wolf-out type of day.”

He softens, giving me space to shift into my nimble, pearly wolf.

Soon after, Noah’s black bear of a wolf drags his paws after me, his head drooping and ears slicked back.

I let him sulk.

Our wolves weave through Kiruna’s forests, reminiscent of home despite its sweeping hillsides. Soon, our paws fall in line, our wolves courting by leaning against each other’s sides as we pad ahead.

Noah’s emotions settle into a hum, sadness looming beneath his anger. When his wolf nudges my cheek with his big nose, I follow him without question.

He guides me to a stunning inlet on the lakeside. Daylight caresses the water’s surface with its soft glow, illuminating a shady canopy of trees.

Noah’s dragging wolf comes to a halt.This is where I go to think, whenever I visit Sweden for Summits. I’ve always wondered if I’d have a chance to bring my mate here, someday.

My pulse rises, ignited by Noah’s amber eyes gazing deep into mine.

When we’re wolves, it’s like he’s seeing a more intimate part of me—even more so than when I’m naked in his arms. And despite how upset he is, he overflows with love, looking at me in this form.

But from everything I know about Noah, I’m willing to bet he needs to hear where I stand.

No one can change my opinion of you, Noah. Especially not wolves with completely different values than us. I only see beauty in you, Omega, Alpha, or even Beta. If you smelled like any single one of them in the future, you’d still be my one true love.

Noah’s wolf whines, its high pitch piercing my heart.A-and so are you, Luna...

But do you know what I see when I look at you?I nuzzle his side, circling his wolf as his head hangs low.You’re selfless. A peacebringer. An honest leader. And a gorgeous sweetheart of a softie. I see my mate. The one I'd choose, over and over.

Noah’s ears twitch in thought, but they remain flattened.Y-you don’t care if I... If I don’t always smell like an Alpha?

I’ve already seen and smelled those sides of you, my love. And just the same as those times, I still love you. No matter what.

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