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Disbelief and contentment wash over me as my limbs give out, and the men maneuver me between them until I’m pressed against a firm chest.

I don’t know how long passes as my breathing evens out, but when I manage to pry my eyelids open again, I find Wylder holding me.

Blaze is gone, but that’s fine. I know what that was, what this moment will always be.

A silent truce.

28

POLARIS

“Istill feel like there’s time for morning sex,” Wylder states as he adjusts the collar on his polo shirt, and I roll my eyes at him through the reflection of the mirror.

“I mean, there’s always time for morning sex, but Minnie is on the other side of the door waiting for us,” I clarify, and he sighs, sidestepping so he’s directly behind me, hands making their way to my waist. He squeezes and I groan.

“If you knew how to be quiet, that wouldn’t be an issue,” he breathes against my ear with a smug grin curling his lips, and I turn to face him with my best attempt at a pointed look, despite finding him amusing.

“Carry on and you don’t get to hear me ever again,” I warn, and he darts back, palms up in the air in surrender.

“I’ll shut up,” he promises, and I can’t hold back my smile any longer.

“What a good idea,” I muse with a wink, and he snatches me up before I can take a breath, pinning me to his chest as he wraps me in a warm embrace.

Linking my arms around his neck, I squeeze him tight.

“I like you,” he mutters against my ear and I grin, feeling the familiar heat of blush on my cheeks.

“I like you too,” I repeat, the exact words he’s said to me repeatedly since last night.

He all but carried me back, and faithful to their promises, the wolves refused to leave me unattended. Lucky for Wylder, he chose last night and I fell asleep against his chest like there were no worries in the world.

All too quickly, he presses a kiss to the crown of my head before placing me back on my feet. Another knock sounds from the door and he cuts across the distance to swing it open. But as he curls his hand around the door handle, he pauses, glancing back at me.

“Where did the chalice go?” he asks, and I point toward my armoire.

“Oh, I moved it when Blaze came. I panicked,” I ramble, still unsure whether it was the right decision to make or not.

“But you think he should know,” Wylder states, speaking my thoughts, and I nod.

“Yeah, but it wasn’t entirely my thing to tell, so I didn’t.”

He smiles in understanding. “Soon,” he confirms, waving me closer, and the second I’m at his side, he presses another kiss on my head before swinging the door open.

“Thank God. I thought I was going to be sick having to listen to you two do… whatever you two do,” Minnie grumbles, waving a hand at us, and I snicker. “Luckily for you guys, everyone else is waiting downstairs,” she offers, heading for the stairs. When she reaches the top and we still haven’t moved, she looks back at us with a pointed look. “Now!”

Wylder chuckles, slinking an arm around my shoulders as he tugs me toward the stairs. We make it down the steps and outside quickly, where Asher, Tatum, Lincoln, and Bryony are waiting for us.

Tatum smiles at me in the sweet way only he can, melting any worries that settle in my soul, while Asher cocks a brow atus, amusement dancing across his features, leaving Lincoln to launch two pastries through the air. Thankfully, Wylder catches both of them, handing the cinnamon roll off to me without a word.

“Thank you,” I mutter, but it’s lost to Wylder’s grumbling.

“I’m going to need more than this, Alpha,” he states, and Lincoln rolls his eyes, taking off toward the main academy building with the others.

“Well, you should have thought of that before you slept in,” he retorts, peering over his shoulder, and Wylder frowns.

“Why? There’s plenty of time before our first class,” he exclaims, and Lincoln shakes his head, but it’s Tatum who offers further explanation.

“There’s another assembly,” he states, and I freeze, cinnamon roll poised at my lips as my legs stop working. Tatum sees the panic that radiates through me and stops walking to give me his full attention. “Don’t worry, there won’t be any fighting this time,” he explains, and I nod, lowering my pastry as I fall back into step with everyone.

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