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My cot had been shredded, the down feathers of my pillow scattered everywhere, and red paint poured over the mess. It must have been excess that they hadn’t used painting the walls with insults.
I stood there amidst the damage, glancing around, and realized I didn’t own anything else of value besides my clothes. This is what my life's belongings came down to. A singular bag of clothes.
Shaking my head, I vowed to never accept such low standards for myself or my life moving forward. How pathetic my life had truly been thus far.
Walking back out over the shattered remains of the front door, I held my head high and took in Seth's worried face. I hadn't realized he had gone back outside while I surveyed the damage inside. "I'm okay," I assured him, smiling as the tension visibly melted away from him.
He nodded and offered his hand to me, and I hesitated. It symbolized so much more to me than just his physical presence. It represented the true beginning of my new life. I would never come back to this cottage, and I would tackle everything life threw at me with him and Milo by my side. As a team, a family.
My resolve solidified, and I gripped his hand tightly, "Let's go."
Chapter Twenty-One
Seth
Mate.
Mate.
Mate.
My wolf incessantly chanted this at me as Kira and I approached my home. He’d been howling in my mind ever since our shower encounter, his desire to solidify our bond with her plain. Just thinking of her gazing up at me, taking my cock down her throat made me groan.
"What's wrong?" Kira inquired, looking over to me with her large doe eyes that held so much compassion in them.
I would never be worthy of her affection—or dare I say love? I'd meant it when I said she was better than the rest of us.
Dropping her hand, I walked up the two steps to my front door and opened it, motioning for her to go in first while answering nonchalantly, "Oh, nothing. Just my wolf being restless."
She winced at the mention of my wolf, and I immediately wanted to bang my head against the door frame at my ignorance. I started to apologize, but she cut me off with a sad smile as she walked into the house and asked, "Why’s he so restless?"
I knew it must pain her to talk about my wolf like this while she still felt disconnected from hers.
Reaching for the light switch by the door, I flicked it on, illuminating the sparsely decorated space that I called home. I wasn't great at decorating and had never really given it a second thought.
Kira padded over to the leather loveseat in the living room and plopped down, dropping her bag onto the floor beside it. The way she just made herself at home brought a smile to my face. It surprised me how incredible it felt to have her here and at ease in my space.
"Seth?"
Fuck, I’d never answered her question.
Coughing to cover my awkwardness, I closed the door and answered as I walked towards the kitchen, "Oh, it's nothing. He's just being...him." She hummed in response as if that was enough explanation, and I sighed in relief at not having to explain to her that my wolf wanted me to sheath my cock in her until we made her scream for us.
Claim.
Pulling two beers from my fridge, I popped the caps off and tossed them into the trash before heading over to the loveseat. Settling in next to her, I offered her the beer, and she scrunched her nose up at it. The action was adorable, but honestly everything she did had me thinking she was sexy, beautiful, or adorable.
"Not a beer fan?" I inquired while setting the beers onto the table next to me.
"It tastes like piss—or at least what I'd expect piss to taste like."
A deep laugh rumbled out of me as I faced her and rested my arm on the top of the couch behind her. I wanted nothing more than to ravish her like my wolf was pressing me to, but I knew that her connection with her wolf needed to take priority.
Out.
No, you can't come out yet. This is important.
"Do you want to try to meditate to connect with your wolf like Seneca suggested? You can try here or in a room alone, whatever makes you comfortable."
