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Worried that I’d knocked the drywall from the wall, I pulled my teeth from my mate’s neck and looked to my left, where I felt a tiny object graze me.

It wasn’t a part of the wall, but a small piece of white plastic in the shape of a stick.

I shrugged my shoulders, not caring any longer, and gently pulled my mate from the wall and laid us on the bed.

My cock continued to spurt seed inside her, her body trembling with each twitch of my cock.

“It’s like it gets better every time,” she giggled. “Is that how it’s supposed to be?”

Her smile widened, the brightness of her eyes taking hold deep in my soul. She was so happy with me. The rejected one, the one that wasn’t nearly good enough for her.

I purred and cupped her face. I stroked her cheek with my thumb and took my time memorizing every line, every freckle, every imperfection that made her perfect.

“It will always get better because I’m with you.” My cock twitched, and my knot softened.

I ran my fingers down her thigh. My cock finally freed itself, and my come gradually dripped out of her cunt. Taking my fingers, I pushed it back inside, my animal demanding I keep my seed inside her longer.

Even if she couldn’t get pregnant right now, the idea of her baring me a pup, one made with love, almost brought me to tears.

I never thought I would have a family, and I was excited at the prospect of it. Only to have it taken away from me again. Because she would shift, and she would…

I sniffed, trying to keep those treacherous tears away.

Still, if I had the choice to have my mate for a day or not at all, I would still choose to see her, to have her, and cherish every second with her. And that is what I would do until we both die in each other’s arms.

“I love you Grim, Leif.” She ran her fingers through my sweaty hair.

“And I love you, too, little mate.”

Chapter Thirty Eight

Journey

“Thisissogood,”I said, licking my lips.

The burger was huge, dripping with barbeque sauce, mushrooms, and cheese. It was the best burger I’d ever eaten, and it was a full half pound.

I was starving. I was always starving now.

“Knew you’d like it,” Grim smiled. “You will crave more meat now that you’re changing.” Grim took a sip of coffee.

As soon as he said that, his gaze became empty and hollow. I worried he didn’t want me to be a wolf, because he rarely talked about it. As soon as I told him I would shift, that the goddess said I would, he immediately shut down the conversation.

He didn’t want to talk about it, but I had questions. Like, would it hurt? I had yet to see him shift into his wolf, but I couldn’t imagine contorting your body would be pleasant.

Even so, he continued to change the subject, either by enticing me with food, kissing me, or seducing me with some erotic purr that instantly made me wet.

I hadn’t even told him the goddess blessed me to be a priestess.

When Locke saw the new mark on my forehead, he became grumpily silent, too. Everyone was ignoring it like it wasn’t there. I knew they could see it. I knew it was significant, but not one person would comment on it.

With their hesitation and anger toward the goddess, they must see it as a curse, and they didn’t want to divulge any theories, scared they would upset me. Because if Grim thought I was upset with someone, he got all growly and tried to beat people up.

I tapped the bun of my burger, looking down at the juicy, greasy meat, and my stomach decided enough was enough. My thoughts had clouded over my hunger, so I put the burger down.

Grim side-eyed me, taking the mug from his lips and tried to speak to me, but he was interrupted by a door blowing open and a blast of wind wrapping around everyone at the bar.

“Where is she?!” Hawke roared.

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