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Logan was confused.

“I did not reject you or our mating bond.”

That…that wasn’t right. Why was Dean doing this? He sniffed. Logan fought tears. He never thought a mate of his could be this mean.

“Don’t cry, baby,” Dean sat on the bed. Close. But not touching. “Talk to me.”

“I don’t understand,” Logan confessed. He couldn’t stop his tears any longer.

“Okay.” Dean scooted closer. “You have questions?”

He shrugged.

“You can ask me anything,” Dean offered.

There were so many things that Logan didn’t understand. He felt so dumb! Logan hated this feeling!

“You knew we were mates. You said you were sorry,” Logan reminded him.

“Yes,” Dean said slowly. “I’m so sorry for letting my fear control me and not telling you. For not giving you and your lion the chance to scent me.”

“And for not wanting to mate with me?”

“Baby, I never said I didn’t want to mate with you. It’s all I’ve wanted since the first time I saw you standing in front of my bakery. It was hell seeing you every day but thinking that I needed to keep away from you.”

But— Logan shook his head. “You kept apologizing.”

“For hurting you. For not telling you. I’m sorry that I went after my coven and left you alone for months. I’m so damn sorry for everything I put you through since we met. I wasted so much time when I could have been loving you.”

“You want to love me?” he asked, shocked.

Dean reached out and grasped his fingers. “More than anything.”

Logan stared hard at Dean. This was impossible! He hadn’t been rejected? Giddiness filled him and Logan started to laugh. The tears that had dried on his cheeks were soon joined with new tears. Tears of relief. Tears of shock.

“Baby?” Dean cupped his face. “Did I break you?”

“No!” Logan threw his arms over Dean’s shoulders while also trying to climb into his lap.

The pain in his leg flared and he screamed.

“Logan!” Dean tried to help him straighten the leg again. Logan ended flat on his back as his vision wavered.

The door slammed open before Noah was by his side. “What did you do this time?” he demanded of Dean.

“Nothing!” Dean said as he hovered next to Logan. “He moved wrong.”

Noah snorted while running his palm down Logan’s leg. He hummed and nodded before he placed a pillow under Logan’s leg to elevated it.

The pain eased but didn’t go away.

“He needs rest. The leg is still healing,” Noah snapped at Dean. “You can keep your hands off him for a few days.”

Logan grabbed Noah’s hand and squeezed. “It was my fault,” he said through ragged breaths. “I just realized that he didn’t reject me. I got excited.” And he didn’t want Dean to keep his hands off him.

Noah’s eyes got huge. “You thought he rejected you?”

He nodded.

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