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“I’m not afraid of you.” I walk straight into his arms, hugging him tightly until he curls himself around me.

“I knew you would find your way back,” Dex murmurs.

“You did that. Thank you.” I plant a kiss on his chest, letting myself get lost in the rich scent of candied hazelnuts.

“I never want you to be afraid of me. I promise I will do everything I can to keep you safe,” he says.

“I know, alpha.” When I hold up my arms, he takes the hint, lifting me off my feet. I wrap myself around him. “But right now, I don’t want a hunter. I want my mate to kiss me.”

He swallows roughly, eyes wide. “Are you sure?”

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of an omega,” Gage teases from the kitchen.

“Fuck off,” Dex growls. “Like you haven’t been hiding from our little wolf.”

The sound Dex makes low in his throat doesn’t help the situation, and I take matters into my own hands, cupping the big alpha’s rough jaw.

“I’m sure,” I promise him before stealing a kiss.

Dex seems to wake up and take control the moment our lips touch. His big paws squeeze my ass, his lips demanding. It’s a kiss of ownership, an acknowledgment that we already belong to each other.It makes my perfume swell and Dex’s purr stutter to life in his chest.

He backs me into the wall, his big body caging me in the most delicious way. “What a welcome back, gorgeous. Why don’t we get you fed before I lose control and makeyoubreakfast?”

Chapter 21

Briggs

“Why the heck is everyone up at the ass crack of dawn?” I ask, yawning as I groggily stumble into the kitchen.

I do a double-take at the little blond omega sitting in my brother’s lap. Relief floods my system.Our little wolf came back into her skin.

She’s breathtaking. The contrast to the last time I saw her human form, limp and in pain, makes the sight even more startling. Her pixie cut emphasizes her silver eyes and heart-shaped face. Beyond her beauty, she has an innate light that seems to make her skin glow.

“Well, damn, pretty wolf, look at you!”

The small wolf gives me a shy smile, and my heart melts into a puddle on the floor. She holds out a dainty hand, the borrowed navy T-shirt she’s wearing slipping off her shoulder to reveal adorable freckles that match the patch across her nose and cheeks. “I’m Nova. And you’re Briggs.”

“Oh, no, you don’t.” I cross the dining area and sweep her into a hug, twirling her around until she giggles. She clings to my neck, and I stop spinning, waiting for her to look up at me. “We’re past formality, don’t you think?”

Her pink tongue darts out and licks her lips, a smile curling at the edges. She nods, and I take that as permission, claiming her mouth with a soft kiss. She’s sweet, a little shy, and absolutely perfect. She also tastes so fucking good, her warm scent deepening into something so darkly delicious that I want to lick every inch of her mouth and suck my way across her skin.

My alpha agrees. He thinks I should take it further, carry the delicious-scented omega back to the nest, and get to know one another by sinking my teeth into her neck.

Before I can take it too far, I pull away and kiss her forehead.

She just shifted back. There will be time. At least, I hope there’s time.

Nova clings to me, snuggling into my chest with a soft sigh. “You smell good.”

I chuckle. “Right back at you, pretty girl.”

My brother gets up and helps Gage in the kitchen. On his way past, he gives us one of his rare smiles.

“Thank you,” he mouths.

Gratitude fills our littermate bond, and it mixes with the warmth of having her here. For those few moments, while she holds on to me, the world has never felt more right.

Gage walks past with something that smells delicious, and Dex follows a moment later with a tray of mugs.

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