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Lyall’s hand moved in gentle circles across my belly, a washcloth gliding over me with almost clinical care. His other arm cradled my back to keep me upright.
“There’s ma wee angel,” he crooned, noticing my fluttering lashes.“Just washing yae up, then I’ll tuck yae back into bed where yae belong.”
His voice was sweet.
Too sweet.
I wanted to say something.
Anything. But I lost the fight.
Darkness dragged me back under.
Chapter 19
Lyall
Now that the heat was over, she’d feel the bond. I didn’t know what she’d make of it—or me.
What it meant for her. For us.
She still hadn’t woken up. Twenty-eight hours later. I’d almost worn a hole in the apartment hallway with my pacing beside the bedroom door.
“Huv yae ever known anyhin like it? The wee lassie is oot cold,” Callum said to Ewan.
I rolled my eyes because I could hear them from the hallway.
“It was the Alpha’s first time. A thirty-five-year-old virgin. That’s the real miracle. No wonder the wee lassie is worn oot.”
I left guarding the bedroom door and stormed into the living room.
“Yer jobs done. Fuck off the pair ay yae,” I snapped at them.
“You’d think he would be less cranky after getting his knot wet,” Callum quipped.
With a growl, I grabbed them both by the scruff of their necks and dragged them towards the door. I carefully closed the door behind them, hearing their every word as they went next door.It didn't matter because the apartment was silent and I could breathe again.
I returned to my post, listening for any sign of Nia awakening before cracking the door open. She was still out cold, her breathing soft and even beneath the blanket. I couldn’t keep my mind off her. Every time I closed my eyes, she was there, burning behind my lids like an imprint. Flashbacks of our mating left my mouth dry, my cock aching.
The rut might’ve passed, but the need to fuck Nia hadn’t. Not even close.
I inched the bedroom door open, careful not to wake her. The scent of her heat still clung to the room, thick and sweet, dragging another groan from my chest. I crawled into bed, pressing up behind her.
Just to hold her—to hear her breathing.
My hand found the spot on her neck—my mark. Still red. Still raw. I breathed against it like a prayer. She was marked, bonded and safe.
But most importantly, she was mine.
She was claimed.
???
My eyes snapped open the moment she stirred. I glanced at my clock. She’d slept for thirty-four hours straight. The morning light peeked through the corners of the curtain. I grabbed the water and held it over her lips, reminding me of all the times I saw to her needs during her heat.
Her lips parted and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. When her eyes flickered open, she frowned and glanced around theroom. My heart began to pound harder when her lip curled up in disgust and she pushed the water bottle away. The bond between us told me all I needed to know.
Disappointment and regret flitted through me before I hardened my heart.
