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Anger rose in my throat. Even when he said, “No, I won’t. I’m not your mate. Icannotbe your mate.”
I hadn’t heard anything else after that except the ringing in my ears as I’d swiped up my phone, turned around, and dived into the nearest bathroom to cry. I hadn’t even come out to Anya’s pleas.
I cannot be your mate.
He was so cruel, so cold, but I couldn’t have been making it all up that day.
Something deep in my chest cracked.
Now, in the cave, I looked at him, my wounds mostly healed. As much as I could do alone.
Young and stupid, I hadn’t realized the mistake.
He’d laughed me off campus for the rest of the week, and I’d spent every day ever since avoiding him and his pack, getting through graduation, counting the days when Fenrys wouldn’t be in my daily life.
Until now.
I remembered that day so acutely, how it had felt to watch him be carried along, elation etched on his tanned face, and I let myself feel that same attraction now. For so long, my feelings for Fenrys had been a thing to lock up in a box and shove out of my head and heart.
But now I felt every inch of it as he looked across the fire at me, and I mourned the warmth of him that I’d felt being taken to the cave.
For the first time in a long time, I let myself want Fenrys Randon without an ulterior motive. I let myself forget the words he’d uttered as a twenty-year-old, let myself forget the humiliation I had felt after my foolish proposal.
I whined for him without thinking, reaching out to beckon him closer. The blanket slipped down to my waist, baring my upper body completely. I let myself forget my worries, my doubts, my guilt, the plan, and even Kato himself. It all faded away.
I wanted him. My wolf wanted him. I wanted my mate, my alpha, and I was done denying myself.
Chapter 12 - Fenrys
Thalia whining in pain had been one thing, but the noise from her now was different. It drifted through the cave, and she didn’t look guarded, leaving me to wonder if she knew she was making the sound of sheer want.
The blanket I’d tucked around her shoulders slipped even further, pooling around her waist, and I swallowed, clenching my hands.
I wanted her. God, I wanted her.
The alpha in me roared at her whine, wanting to go to her. I was a fool to have rejected her all those years ago, and yet she still wanted me. The space between us felt too great a gap to close, and yet she beckoned me, moved until she pressed her chest to the floor in a human display of wolfish submission.
I groaned. The material of my shorts was thin enough that she could see me become aroused at her display.
“Thalia…” I muttered. “God, I—I’m not strong enough to resist you.”
She hated me for rejecting her. How could she stand to want me too?
And yet her eyes had darkened, looking at me from heavy lips as another needy whine spilled from her lips.
“Then don’t. Isn’t a Luna supposed to serve her alpha?” Her voice, heruseof my title, went straight to my cock. “Let me serve you, Alpha.”
I cursed under my breath as I moved over to her, maneuvering her onto her back, mindful of her injury. There was so much history between us, but she wanted me; I wanted her—why was I denying myself this? She was offering herself to me, both wolf and human, and I wanted to devour her.
Her hand glided up the inside of my thigh, where I held myself over her. She stopped just shy of the edge of my shorts. I was already straining against the thin fabric. Her eyes were wide and almost innocent as she walked her fingers up towards my hip, going around my hard arousal, and I stifled an annoyed noise.
“Keep doing that, and you’ll find out the hard way that I don’t like being teased,” I growled.
Thalia let out a soft giggle, so different from the sharp-worded woman I’d come to know this time around. “Maybe I’m trying to find out.”
Everything in me demanded I take her submission and have my way with her, but I was stillFenrys. I was still partly human, and I wanted to take my time with her. We had all night, and despite my need to tear her apart and make her mine, I wanted to savor my first time with Thalia despite my need. She deserved that, after how I’d treated her. She deserved worship, adoration—everything.
Beneath me, she parted her legs, bending one at the knee to encase me between them.
