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Nicholas walked up, gripping her elbow lightly to pull her with him as everyone began leaving. A look of pure love passed between them, and my heart swelled at the thought that it was possible to spend the majority of your life with someone and not end up hating them. They had to be fated mates. Only explanation.
Turning to my own mates, my serotonin boost took a nosedive when I saw the annoyed expression still on Milo's face. I guess that conversation with him needed to happen sooner, rather than later.
If he wanted to pout like a toddler, I'd let him for now. I gave my full attention to my more level-headed mate, my stomach letting out a grumble as I asked, "Can we go get food and then work on finding my wolf?"
He brought the tip of his finger to my nose, "What's the magic word?"
I tried to keep a straight face but couldn't as I guessed, "Boop?"
"Bingo," he answered, tapping my nose then tucking me under his arm and steering me out of the room.
"Oh, so am I just not invited?" Milo called to our backs, making me chuckle.
"Stop being dramatic. Maybe you need food as well. Are you hungry?"
I swear I heard him mumble, "Hungry for some pussy."
Choking on my own saliva at his crass words, I thumped on my chest with a closed fist.
Insatiable men. They’d get me through the dark times coming.
Chapter Nineteen
Milo
A brisk chillsettled back into the air as the sun began its descent in the sky, done with its job for the day. The trees were beginning to lose their color and fullness with winter fast approaching. Walking towards the dining hall with Kira and Seth, I allowed my anger over Jameson to keep me warm, stewing in silence.
I couldn’t help but wonder why the fuck she bothered being nice to that asshole after everything he'd done.
He didn't deserve her time, effort, or energy, let alone her compassion.
Lost in my thoughts, I followed them through the doors of the dining hall, where we were met with a disturbing silence and all eyes on us. Kira managed to keep her head tilted up, as if their judgmental gazes didn't phase her in the slightest. Maybe she really didn't give a shit what they thought now, since they had made their opinions of her so clear her entire life.
My eyes fixated on her ass swishing underneath the long shirt she wore, and I bit back the groan that threatened to erupt from me at the tantalizing sight. My wolf had been insatiable since finally claiming her last night, which was the opposite of what I’d thought would happen.
We were told that after mating our wolves would settle down in contentment. However, after Kira and I had sex, it had seemed like a well of endless need bubbled up within me. Trying to explain to my wolf that she was most likely sore and needed time to adjust wasn't going over well.
Need mate.
Yes, I understand. I want her walls clenched around my cock as well, bud.
I swear he growled at my sarcastic tone.
Passing through the doors into the kitchen, Kira fell into her routine of preparing food, as Seth stood off to the side awkwardly. When we had walked through the main room, I had taken note of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and snacks on the majority of tables instead of regular meals. Things were changing around here, and it was a glorious sight to behold. No longer would Kira cater to every whim of these pretentious assholes.
They'd learn how to cook for and feed themselves eventually.
"Kira, let me help. You don't need to take care of us like this anymore."
Seth's words reminded me once again why I had been so willing to accept sharing my mate with him.
He might not have bullied Kira actively, but he'd stood by before and let it happen. That was a mark against him in my book. But he’d treated her like a queen since the bond had snapped into place, and I thought that maybe that earned him another chance to prove his character.
Kira laughed nervously, "It's so easy to fall back into my old habits. Honestly, I don't think I'd know what to do with myself if I didn't do this right now."
Despair flashed in her eyes, and I understood her need to occupy her mind with a familiar task instead of thinking about her wolf or the rest of the weight on her shoulders. An idea popped into my head of how we could help in that moment.
Tilting my head at Seth, I motioned for him to follow me back into the dining hall.
