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“It’s you,” I say at last, the tremor gone from my voice.

She looks up, tilting her head in question.

Gently, I tuck her hair back, needing to see her face. A rush of lavender washes over me.

“If anything happened to you,” I growl, “if I lost you …” I shudder. “Well, I guess that’s what I’m scared of.”

Faith’s gaze hardens—a well-honed suspicion taking hold. But I’m not deterred. This is just who my omega is. Guarded, and stronger for it. If she needs time to figure me out, she can have it. All the time she needs.

She trails her hand down my arm, then down my chest, her fingers finding purchase in my shirt.

I still don’t move as she props herself in my lap.

Nor as she dips her face to mine, studying my every blink.

Only when our lips finally touch do I shift, closing my arms around her, pulling her into me. I should be embarrassed by the pointed hardness in my pants, but I’m not. She feels it as well as I do. And she’s not pulling away.

Faith kisses me, her body speaking to me in that silent, carnal voice I was born to hear.

You don’t have to be scared anymore.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Faith

I’ve never met an alpha like Micah. An alpha who can be so gentle, so patient, so unsure of himself—

And who can still kiss me like we’re the only two people left in the world.

He hooks his hands around my thighs, prompting me to straddle him tighter. I could squeeze the life out of him right here and now, and this alpha wouldn’t bat an eye. He’ll keep giving himself to me, heart and blood and soul, until there’s nothing left.

“Faith …” Micah whispers in my ear like a prayer.

Tears spring to my eyes.

You can’t do this to him.

“Hey.” He pulls away, breathing hard. “What’s wrong? Was I—” he blushes. “Is it too much?”

I grip his shoulders, wishing it was easier for me to explain. Even if I could speak, I’m not sure which words I’d choose, or what tone of voice would best convey my feelings.

I … want … you, I sign slowly, praying he understands.

Micah squints through the dark. It takes him a moment before he smiles. “I want you, too.”

I swallow hard. Is … it … enough?

Normally, those curious puppy-dog eyes make my heart flutter, but right now, I just want to scream. Enough. Enough! Why haven’t I taught him that one yet? It’s all I’ve been able to think about for weeks. Hating myself for wanting Pack Wilder’s scents, their words, their bodies. I’m not even worthy of the mate I already have. What the hell makes me think I’m worthy of three more?

The thought stops me in my tracks. Three … more?

“Omega,” Micah says, more urgently. He’s trying to hand me something—a pen—but I push it away.

I can’t put the words down. Can’t make them real.

“Okay.” He places one hand on the small of my back, the other on my face. “You’re okay, angel. I’ve got you.” His amber eyes sparkle. “Just breathe with me.”

I scowl, hating being told what to do—but hating more that I might let him down.

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