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“They were going to kill a child?” The way she growls her words shocks me to my core. First, because I didn’t expect that sort of fierceness from her, and second because her anger isn’t directed at me. She’s angry for me.

“I—I guess so.”

“Why would they want to do something so horrible!” she says, reaching out again and trying to wrap her hands around my wrists. Her hands are so small they don’t reach all the way around.

“I don’t know, they were angry,” I shrug, soaking into her presence. She knows everything now. And it doesn’t look like she wants to leave.

I was never one for getting emotionally involved with omegas. Losing control like that wasn’t something I was interested in before. Until now. Until Luna.

I could easily lose myself in her.

“But yeah, that’s why I have trouble sleeping,” I say awkwardly.

She takes a tentative step forward, reaching her arms slowly around me and tucking herself into my chest.

She’s hugging me.

It’s the best hug I’ve ever had.

It also doesn’t escape my notice that she’s the one initiating this touch. And she’s doing that after everything I’ve just shared with her.

“It’s almost like your body is expecting it to happen again,” shemurmurs, resting her cheek against my chest. The way she says it, almost like an afterthought, makes it seem like she knows from personal experience what that’s like.

“Yeah,” I say.

I think she’s right. It makes sense considering they dragged me out of my bed and to my parent’s room. That’s why none of us go to the North wing of the house, even though everything’s been cleared out and that horrible carpet was removed years ago.

“I can’t believe you managed to wake me up,” I murmur, stroking her hair. It’s as soft as silk and looks like spun gold in the flickering light from the fireplace. “I can’t believe I managed to fall asleep in the first place. I guess there’s just something about you that grounds me.”

Her scent. Her softness. Her warmth.

Her.

She purses her lips in thought. “Maybe—Maybe that’s something I can help you with? Chase gave me your guys’s shirts to help get me used to your scents and it was kind of comforting when I was sleeping earlier.”

I blame what I say next on sleep deprivation and the adrenaline still buzzing through my body. I’m not Chase. I’m not bold or forward, never have been.

But I still open my mouth. “I don’t think I’d want to settle for just your scent on a shirt.”

CHAPTER 15

Luna

Kane lowers his head slowly, giving me plenty of time to move away before he rests his head in the crook of my neck.

A shiver makes its way down my spine at the feel of him taking a deep inhale.

Oh my god. My perfume swirls around us and to my absolute embarrassment, I can feel the slick between my legs growing. I’m sure he’s noticed too.

A soft growl vibrates out from his chest as his five o’clock shadow scrapes gently against the skin of my neck, scent marking me. His pine forest scent mixing with my perfume is the only thing I can think about.

“Are you—are you—” I can’t even find the brain power to string words together. He wants my scent. From me. Is he asking me to sleep with him?

I grip his forearm with a wavering feeling of uncertainty. Is he looking for more?

I don’t think I’d be opposed to more.

And that scares me.

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