Page 71 of Possessive Alpha

Regan frowns. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Martha. He’s shifted and?—”

A furious roar comes a split second before a heavy thud smashes into the closed bedroom door, rattling the wood. Jackson keeps one hand on it, and I have a feeling that if he hadn’t, we’d all be facing down a furious wolf.

“I’ll be okay,” I assure them.

Their eyes dart between me and the door Jackson is using brute force to hold closed. And it is using all his control with the way his muscles are straining.

“Really. I’ll be okay,” I say, my tone insistent.

Another roar and a heavy crack draws all our eyes to a split in the wood.

That door isn’t nearly strong enough to keep a wolf inside for long. Sooner rather than later, he’s going to get out.

Jackson frowns. “Martha, I’m not sending you in there.”

Before he can veto the idea, I stride toward him and look him in the eye. “He’s my mate,” I say quietly, “and I’m his. He won’t hurt me.”

“Martha?” Clara’s voice rises.

I shake my head. “I know I should have told you, but…”

“I know,” she says, surprising the hell out of me.

“You do?”

She snorts. “I’m not stupid. Of course I know. Why do you think I was running away?”

I stare at her, then shake my head. That is a conversation for another time. Ty needs me now.

I turn back to Jackson. “Please, Jackson. I can do this.”

He still doesn’t look convinced that this is a good idea.

If it were anyone else behind that door, I’d agree it was a pretty terrible idea.

But it’s Ty.

He hesitates until Regan places a hand on his shoulder. “Let her do it, Jackson.”

“If this is what my mate wants, she gets it.” Jackson sighs.

I’d smile any other time at his sweet words, but Ty is hurting, and he’s only hurting because he followed me into a pitch-black cave.

I have to make things right.

As Jackson opens the door, I slide through the gap he makes and I push the door closed behind me.

And I come face to face with a large brown-blond wolf with a furious, glittering stare.

For the longest moment, neither of us moves.

It’s only when Ty/the wolf’s nose twitches and his tail relaxes that I let myself breathe.

I hadn’t been sure what would happen. I’d been confident in the hallway that I knew what I was doing. But I didn’t. I still don’t.

I have something I’d like to try, though.

There is so much that I need to tell Ty that I’ve been keeping quiet about for far too long.

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