Page 190 of Unforgivable

I withdraw, checking her wound to make sure I didn't go too deep.

"Your turn, angel." I tilt my head back and fix her mouth to my neck.

She nibbles on me at first, her nose inhaling. "Blue-Eyes," she murmurs. Then, pain. Her teeth do the job.

Tears of relief and joy stream down my cheeks. I sink to the ground carefully, holding her to my chest. I lie in between my brothers, who all snuggle closer to our female.

She's already falling asleep. Smiling, I follow her into dreamland, but not before whispering, "I love you," to my angel.

"Love," she murmurs back.

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Lyri

My eyes blink open slowly. I'm back at the ranch, tucked into Rhet's big bed. I immediately burst into tears.

All three of my males immediately panic. I start to laugh, the joyous sound making me sound like a hysterical nutcase.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Thjis is examining my Marks with his grave, dark eyes.

"It's not me, right? It couldn't be me. You love me," Ezra is muttering to himself, running his hands through his hair.

"Here, pretty," Rhet hands me some tea. His eyes are warm and soft on me. Amusement twinkles in them.

I stick my tongue out at him before sipping. "Sorry," I murmur, embarrassed. "It was just so much."

"Too much?" Thjis asks worriedly.

I smile at my Bear. "No. I spent a long time thinking I was unlovable, unforgivable. It just hit me that I'll never worry about that again."

They all smile at me. I check each male, making sure that my Marks on their necks are healing as they should be. I know mine are. Their love for me is full, complete, perfect, just like Mom demanded it be.

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Six Months Later...

Lyri

The mountain pack males who walk into the clearing are very impressive. Alpha Argus is a beast, reminding me of a paler Thjis. A polar bear? I resist the urge to laugh at my ill-timed joke. The mountain wolves are a proud bunch, and I don't want the alpha who chops off heads to be offended.

He has two teenagers next to him. The older must be about sixteen or seventeen; the younger is closer to Inuit and Penny's ages. These must be his sons.

"Luna," he greets me first.

"Alpha Argus, welcome. This is Inuit, the Alphason of the RustClaw." I introduce Inuit proudly.

"Alphason, these are my sons, the Alphason of KilClaw, Ilian, and my younger son, Leonus."

"It's very nice-"

Ilian breaks away from his father so quickly that no one can grab him. He snarls, partially shifting, fur sprouting, and claws exploding from the ends of his fingers.

I watch his eyes as my males close in, protecting me.

I realize who his target is a split second too late, but Inuit is there, understanding making his own claws and teeth snap in Ilian's face.

Penny stands behind Inuit, looking shocked.

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