Page 101 of Savage Games

Wyatt pauses, taking a slight inhale, his expression softening when he detects the scent of my lust."Whatever it is, it can wait."

I wish it could.More than anything.

"It can't."I swallow hard."It's about...it's about why I came here.Why I was trying to keep Brad happy."

With his hands still on my waist, his fingers press lightly into my flesh."I'm listening."

But the words stick in my throat.How do I tell him I helped cover up a murder?That I lied to everyone, including him?

Wyatt's eyes never leave mine, patient, steady, giving me the space I need to find my voice.

Instead of speaking, I step back and pull my shirt over my head.If I'm going to confess, I want to feel his skin against mine.Just once.I want him to feel my heart beating.

In case it's the last time.

Wyatt's eyes darken as they roam over me, but he doesn't move.He's giving me space, letting me lead.

I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting it slide off my shoulders and fall to the floor.My nipples are hard, and my breasts are full and aching.

"Naomi."He breathes, reverence in his voice.His restraint is visible in the tension of his shoulders, the clench of his jaw.

My hands shake as I undo my jeans, sliding them down my legs, along with my underwear, until I’m standing naked before him.

Exposed.Vulnerable.Terrified.

The cool air raises goosebumps across my skin, but it's his gaze that makes me tremble.There's hunger in his eyes, yes, but something deeper too, a tenderness that makes my chest ache.He looks at me like I'm precious, like I'm worth waiting for, worth protecting, worth everything.

Not immediately rushing to him is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.When Wyatt reaches out a hand, and I ignore it, he wraps an arm around me and pulls me into his embrace, pressing a reverent kiss to the top of my head.

“You’re beautiful, my mate.”

His devotion fills me up and gives me the bravery I need to push through.

"My sister killed her mate," I say, the words rushing out before I can lose my nerve.“And I helped her.”

Wyatt goes completely still.

"Rowan was...not a good man."I’m suddenly cold despite the heat between us.Keeping my face pressed to his chest, I blurt it all out, unable to look up at him."He hurt Maddie.For years.And no one stopped him."

Tears burn behind my eyes as memories flood back.Maddie's bruises that she’d tried to hide, her flinch whenever someone raised their voice, the hollow look in her eyes that grew worse with each passing month.

Taking a deep breath, I continue on, praying I’m not ruining everything.

"The night we left," I continue, moving to sit on the edge of the bed."…he went too far.She fought back, and… she won."

Wyatt's fists clench, but he remains silent, letting me speak.

"When I got there, she was badly injured.Maybe he could have been saved at that point, but I was more worried about her.By the time I’d helped her, he was gone.I didn’t call for the alpha to come and assist with his injuries.”

I pause, but Wyatt remains steady, arms holding me close to him.

“I helped her hide what happened.Disposed of the body.We told everyone he'd gone on a run and never came back."The words taste like ash on my tongue."We ran because we knew no one would believe us.That they'd blame her."

I stare at my hands, unable to meet his eyes."I lied to the council.And I lied to you."

"Look at me," he says quietly.

I force myself to raise my head.

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