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We officially had a bonded omega.

Sunshine was ours.

Don't get me wrong, I hated the fact that she was upset, but I still couldn't repress the joy rising in my chest.

Chapter 17

Sunny

Iwas bonded.

I had a mate.

What the fuck had just happened?

I paced the bathroom, desperately running a hand through my hair as I tried to make sense of everything.

Between my legs burned, a delicious reminder of what Walker and I had just done. I had no idea that sex could be likethat. My legs were still shaking, even long after his knot had deflated.

Sex with Gregory had felt cold, impersonal.

With Walker, it had beenverydifferent.

Despite the emotional roller coaster I was experiencing, something in my chest just feltright.

That was Walker.

I could feel him in my chest.

Because we were bonded. There was no taking back a bond. It was stupidly permanent. There was chemical unbonding, but that wasn’t really an option. Many people didn’t survive chemical unbonding. It was unnatural and painful.

Like it or not, Walker and I were stuck with each other.

Wiping away my tears, I ripped off Walker’s shirt and hopped in the shower, running the water as hot as possible.

What did this mean for Luka and me? Walker was now, legally speaking, his father. Would he be okay with that? Would Rune and Blaze? Sure, they’d been sweet and kind while just helping me as the little lost omega with no home, but that was temporary. This was very permanent.

Part of me hated washing Walker’s scent off me as I stood under the stream of hot water. Tears gathered in my eyes and my body shook as my mind ran a million miles an hour. How could I be so stupid? I had potentially put me and my son in averydangerous situation. I had just bonded us to an alpha I didn’t fully know.

And I had been the first to bite.

“Sunny…”

A yelp escaped my mouth as the shower curtain drew back, pulling me from my emotional doom spiral.

“Walker!” I cried, automatically going to cover myself.

He gave me a disbelieving look. “You are freaking out, I can feel it, and I think we are past modesty at this point.”

“I disagree,” I said breathlessly.

“Sweetheart, twenty minutes ago, you were coming on my knot, which was hands-down, well, the best experience of my life. I think we can handle showering together.” As he spoke, he shucked the rest of his clothing and stepped into the shower, pulling me in for a hug.

Logically, I knew I should have pushed him away, but that was the last thing I actually wanted to do. All the pain and turmoil that had been swirling around my chest instantly muted the second I was in his arms.

I was fucked.

Simply being in his presence made everything better.

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