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“Hettie?”

“Hmm?”

Even though I’m moments away from sleep, I hear the words Rip says clearly, “I love you, mate.”

He said it once before, but that’s when I thought he was dying. It’s different this time.

With the last bit of consciousness I possess, I say, “I love you too, Alpha.” And then I let sleep overtake me.

Chapter 40

Rip

3 Weeks Later

There was once a time I fooled myself into thinking I didn’t need love. I didn’t need a partner I could wake up and go to sleep next to. If I was desperate enough, I could always take a lover to bed for the night. But that was all it would ever be. Just one night.

Until Hettie.

My mate writhes under my tongue, soft sounds of pleasure leaving those plump lips. The same lips that were around my cock only moments ago. Hettie reaches down, running her hands through my hair. She pulls, and we both groan. I fucking love it when she pulls my hair. It means she’s close.

I suck her clit into my mouth, my tongue teasing the sensitive bud. “Rip!” she gasps. Her thighs are shaking for me, even as she tries to close her legs.

“Open,” I growl, forcing her legs back apart. This pussy is too good and pretty to be hidden away from me. Her cunt needs to be worshiped.

And it has been. Nearly every day since leaving the infirmary.

I plunge my fingers deeper inside of her. She’s so fucking wet, and they slide into her easily. I curl them, and she arches her back off the bed. She’s so close. I can feel it.

In no time, she’s coming hard for me. I lap at her sweet taste, greedily devouring her. I don’t stop until she goes limp and whimpers. Only then do I pull away, wiping my chin. “Fucking delicious.”

“You made us late,” she pants, head tilted back. It gives me a good view of her claiming mark on her neck, one I have bitten over again to erase any and all signs of Michael, fully restoring our bond.

“Me?” I smirk. “If I recall correctly, I woke up to your lips around my cock.”

My mate only smirks. “Didn’t mean you had to reciprocate.”

I always reciprocate, and she knows it.

Gently, I push myself up, crawling up her body until I can kiss her lips. Our combined pleasure mixes, and she moans into my mouth. I want more. So much more, but it’ll have to wait. Hettie’s right. We are late.

With great reluctance, I break the kiss. “I suppose we should be in attendance for the pack celebration.”

“Well, we do have a lot to celebrate.” Hettie smiles, pushing herself off the bed. This gives me the perfect look at her body. That beautiful ass I want to sink my cock deep into.

Later.

Right now, it’s time for the celebration.

It’s been three weeks since my near-death experience and the death of the rogues and Nephilim. Three weeks since we have gathered enough wolfsbane to cure every sick wolf in the infirmary. No new cases have appeared either. As much as I scoffed at the idea before, I truly believe our love for one another is the reason our pack is thriving.

We were told that we got off easy with the few Nephilim roaming our area. According to Malix’s intel, they have spread out amongst the other kingdoms, but there’s still no sign of Gadreel, the King of the Nephilim.

Although Lycan Forest is safe for now, we are still vigilant. The threat isn’t completely gone, just moved on. Our pack will continue to work with King Malix and the other kingdoms until every last Nephilim is eradicated from this earth.

But that can wait a day. Today my mate and I celebrate.

Hettie returns from the bathroom wearing a long-sleeved dress. “You look beautiful,” I tell her.

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