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Milo
That’s what your smile reminds me of
It’s basic, huh?
Reyna
i was teasing
i love it
keep using it please
:)
Of course, sunshine
i’ll get ready for dinner, be down in a few minutes
I hesitate, pursing my lips as I stare down at the screen. I know I have to sit them all down during dinner and tell them about my past. Not for the case, for me. For them. For us.
Reyna
could you tell the others I’d like to talk with everyone tonight?
Milo
Will do
See you soon
When I finally manage to pull myself out of bed, I spend extra time splashing cold water on my face after completely removing all of my makeup. I’m probably going to cry, and I’d hate to look like a raccoon in front of them again. Plus, they’re going to learn about the real me, they might as well see her too.
My hand trembles a little bit as I open the door.
My eyes go wide when I see Stone taking unsteady steps out of his room at the same time, Killian at his side, prepared to catch him in case he stumbles and falls.
Fuck. I asked for all of them at dinner, I completely forgot Stone would have to make his way downstairs.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m a terrible person! What the hell! How did I forget that?
“Don’t look so panicked,” Stone says, chuckling under his breath as he glances at me.
He manages to get to the banister above the stairs without falling, thank god.
I rush over to him, my hands hovering above his body because I’m not sure what to do to help steady him, he’s probably two hundred and seventy-five pounds of solid muscle. I’m strong—you have to be, in order to do the tricks I can on the poles—but I’m not save a two-hundred-and-seventy-five-pound man from going down kind of strong.
“Holy shit, I’m a terrible person, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean for you to have to get up just to eat dinner, fuck, I?—”
“Hey,” Stone says, his voice soft and soothing. That single word wraps itself around me, calming my frayed nerves. “It’s okay, Wildflower, I’m okay. I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t want to.”
“But—but you’re hurt! I don’t want you to?—”
He presses a finger to my lips and I blink up at him.
“Listen to me, Alphas heal faster than normal betas. Research has been coming out that healing rates are proportional to dominance and I’d like to think I’m a pretty dominant guy, you know?”
I take a deep, shaky breath before I nod.
