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His jaw ticked as he clenched it, trying to not show how much my words affected him, but I decided to really test his feelings with my next statement. "Meanwhile, Kira is probably having the night of her life, coming all over one of her other mate's cock."
And that's when I knew he gave a shit about Kira.
He sprung off the bed with a wild look to his eyes, seconds before shifting into his wolf. The large white animal lunged at me, but I refused to show any fear. He knocked me to the ground and placed a large paw with sharp claws against my chest, pressing down enough to draw a small amount of blood. His snarling mouth, dripping with saliva stopped a mere inch away from my own, but neither I nor my wolf would look away from him.
He wasn't above us anymore.
Speaking in a calm tone, I continued my conversation, knowing he would still hear and understand me. "You deny yourself a fated mate bond, for what? Misplaced anger? Guilt about finding happiness? Whatever your answer, it isn't good enough. What you did to Kira, and what you're doing to your wolf by rejecting her, is despicable."
His wolf whined for a moment and shook his head, backing away from me. The shift was seamless as Jameson appeared again next to me on the floor.
Not giving him a moment to interrupt, I continued, "I refuse to be around someone so destructive when I have something incredible waiting for me out there. You're my brother, but in this, I can't stand by your side."
His head hung, eyes fixated on the floor beneath him. Lumbering to my feet, I glanced at him once more before heading out the door. As I walked down the hallway I tossed back, "It isn't too late to grovel at her feet and pray to Selene that she'll take you back."
"That'll never fucking happen," was his response, spoken so low that I barely heard it as I made my way towards the front door. Shaking my head at his obstinance, I shrugged my shoulders as if to let all of this roll off my back, and I exited his home.
I wouldn't carry the weight of his choice, I promised myself. It was his cross to bear.
Chapter Eleven
Kira
An overwhelming heatradiating against my back stirred me from my sleep. Soft breaths from Milo's mouth blew against the top of my head, sending small pieces of my hair into my face, tickling my nose. Reaching up to knock the loose strands away, I took a minute to bask in this moment with him.
My mate. We were finally able to give into the magnetic pull I had denied us for years. But how long until we had to face everything that came along with this?
A dull ache between my legs reminded me of the incredible night we’d spent together before collapsing into bed, completely exhausted. I felt emboldened and confident, having explored my sexual nature with him for the first time.
There was nothing sexier than a man who made you feel like a goddess in bed, worshipping every curve of your body and ravishing you like a starved fiend. We had gone three rounds before I needed to tap out from the soreness creeping in. I found I enjoyed riding him the most, taking immense pride in watching the pleasure that I elicited from him cross his face.
I had never felt more powerful and in control. It was addicting after being made into a docile maid my entire life.
Beads of sweat ran down the curve of my back, and after a few moments of lying there wondering what to do, I decided a shower was in order. I lifted the arm draped over me and slipped out from underneath it, breathing a sigh of relief that I didn't wake him with my movement.
Crawling to the edge of the bed, my feet touched the cold floor, and I hopped around from foot to foot lightly, until settling on a discarded shirt.
I might have been hot just a moment earlier, but the breeze from his open window chilled me to the bone quickly.
Bending down, I pulled the fuzzy white blanket off the floor and around my body snugly.
Ahh, that was better. Stupid cold floors and open windows. What did my feet ever do to you to deserve such treatment?
The temperature here in Oregon was a fickle thing now that we were heading into winter. It was going to be cold, wet, and overcast quite often, plummeting us into the season that I dreaded. I wanted to live somewhere that I could feel the sun's rays on my skin constantly, soaking up the warmth until I was hot enough to dive into the cooling waters of the ocean.
Maybe we could escape to Florida one day and live on the beach. I had seen beautiful homes in a travel magazine that had somehow found its way to the pack, and instantly felt the longing to make it my home. That was probably odd for a wolf to feel, seeing as all the packs I had heard of lived in miles upon miles of forest around the world.
Closing the bedroom door behind me with a soft click, I decided to grab a glass of water before heading into the shower. My mouth felt dry, and my cheeks flamed at the thought of having slept with my mouth open, snoring and drooling this whole time.
Ugh, how the hell did people live together without constantly worry about being seen in an unflattering position or moment?
Digging through a few cupboards until I found a glass, I held it under the sink, filling it to the brim. A soft thumping came from the front door, and my nerves skyrocketed. Setting the cup on the counter, I tightened the blanket around me as I padded to the front.
Pulling the curtain back from the window nearest the door, I peeked through right as the knocking sounded again, startling me even though I had heard it already. I could only see the person's back from here, but my wolf scented the finest trace of them through the small crack blowing in air from the bottom of the door.
Seth.
My shoulders sagged in relief, and I rushed to the door to open it. Smiling up at his handsome face, I started to embrace him, but stopped when I recognized the emotions on his face.
