Page 75 of Entering a New World

Great.

My mate was high and horny.

“Ohh,” Levi breathed softly and his smile widened even further. “Yes.” He nodded, then broke out into giggles. “He said he was giving me the good stuff. I think he likes me.”

A growl slipped out of my throat before I could swallow it down. This was not the moment to get jealous. My mate didn’t know what he was saying.

Turning the key inside the lock, I opened the door and breathed a sigh of relief as the warm air hit me like a wall. The scent of homemade tomato sauce and garlic bread still hung in the air, the aromas of thyme, rosemary, and basil a heavenly combination that made my mouth water.

My stomach growled loudly, and Levi giggled again. “Your stomach growl is almost louder than your wolf growl.” He walked past me, swaying from side to side as if he were on a ship during high tide. In a sudden movement, he whirled around and without my shifter reflexes, he would’ve crashed into the wall. Instead, I had him safe in my arms and breathed a sigh of relief as he leaned into me. “You don’t have to be jealous, Wolfie,” he said, melting against me. “Jasper might like me, but I only like him for the good stuff. But I like you for everything. You’re my mate. My Wolfie. You were by my side during the worst days of my life. You were my knight—no, my wolf—in shining armour. My saviour. And you were so patient with me. And cute. And thoughtful. I loved your gifts, even if they made me think about you.”

He furrowed his brows. Leaning back, he levelled me with a confused look. “Everything made me think about you. It was weird. Like really weird. It was like my mind was obsessed with thinking about you. Anyway… where was I? Oh right. I wanted to tell you all the reasons I love you and not Jasper.”

My world froze. One moment I was staring at him with wide eyes, the next moment, I was coughing my lungs out to get the spit that’d gone down the wrong pipe back out.

“You… you love me?” I croaked.

My wolf was preening inside me. He puffed his chest and was legit prancing.

Our mate loves us!

“Of course.” Levi sounded confused. He knitted his eyebrows and cocked his head. “We’re mates, right? Fated mates? As in, fated to love each other?”

I could only nod. My tongue had developed a will of its own, and it refused to cooperate and talk. I should definitely talk. I should tell him we’d talk about this tomorrow.

He was high as a kite, for fuck’s sake. He shouldn’t be standing here, looking so incredibly delectable and cute and amazing and beautiful and telling me he loves me.

That was a conversation best had sober.

Still, part of me wanted to reciprocate. Fuck, I wanted to tell him all about the feelings I’d been harboring for him since the second I’d caught his scent, but I refused to do it while he was intoxicated.

Please, my wolf whined, but I stood my ground.

Instead of saying something he might not remember tomorrow, I hugged him tighter against me, closed my eyes, and just inhaled his scent.

Apples, petrichor, home.

He was right where he belonged—in my house, in my arms. I’d never let him go. And as soon as he was sober, I wouldn’t waste even a second to tell him how I felt about him.

Because he wasn’t the only one in love.

I loved him. From the bottom of my heart. I think a part of me loved him ever since I’d heard him scream, ‘This fucking ASSHOLE!’

Levi’s heartbeat got slower, and slower, his breathing evening out. After a minute or two, he put more weight on me, leaning against me with no tension in his muscles whatsoever, and another minute later, he went completely lax in my arms.

Chuckling, I lifted my sleeping mate up. Placing one hand under his ass while using the other one to press him against my torso, I carried him to my room and carefully placed him on my bed before gently stripping him down to his underwear.

There was nothing inherently sexual about it, yet it still made pleasure pump through my veins. Pleasure because I was taking care of my mate. Providing for him.

Carefully, I pulled the anthracite blanket out from under him before tucking him in. He sniffled a little, then rolled to his side and buried his nose in my pillow. He inhaled deeply, and a smile curled his lips upwards.

A smile tugged on my lips upon seeing him like this. His ghostly white skin and the dark circles under his eyes were evidence of the strenuous day he’d had, but his face was relaxed, and his smile as he breathed in my scent made my heart warm.

Feeling around inside me, I felt warmth pulsing in my chest with every heartbeat of mine. Warmth, contentment, happiness.

With a sigh, I stripped down myself, quietly apologized to my plans for skipping my watering routine, then climbed into bed, too.

It took Levi all of two seconds to roll over and attach himself to my side like a monkey.

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