Page 48 of The Alpha's Sin
“This is not your fault, Poppy. Not one single fucking bit. Do you hear me?” I demand. “If anybody’s to blame, it’s those two bastards who dared to lay hands on you. And I swear by the Moon Goddess, if they come near you again I’ll fucking tear them limb from limb. In fact, I have half a mind to go hunting for them tonight and finish what my Wolf started.”
Inside, I can feel my Wolf howling his approval. Those fucking Betas tried to hurt our mate—death is too good for them!
But Poppy’s eyes widen.
“No, Logan. No killing!” She swallows hard. “Please. What if someone found out—what if you went to jail and they took you away from me? We can’t risk that—I need you. I need to be with you.”
Her near panic gets through to me and cuts through my rage. I take a deep breath.
“All right,” I say roughly. “I won’t kill them…not tonight anyway,” I add to myself in a growl.
My Wolf is upset by this—he wants vengeance. But he reluctantly agrees that comforting our mate is more important. For now.
Poppy looks relieved.
“Thank you, Logan,” she says softly. Then she lifts her chin. “And I know what you’re going to say next but the answer is no. I still don’t want to quit my job.”
“Goddammit, Poppy!” I growl. “Those fuckers tried to grab you even with my scent all over you! If you won’t let me kill them and you won’t quit your job, how the hell am I supposed to keep you safe?”
“I won’t take any more evening shifts,” she says quickly. “I don’t think they would have tried…” She swallows hard. “What they tried in broad daylight with other people around.”
I’m not so sure about that myself. Some males just go fucking crazy when they get around a female Were in Heat. Despite everything I’ve been doing to help her, Poppy smells so hot she could melt the paint off the walls and I mean that in a good way. She smells like a feast must smell to a man dying of hunger.
But that’s still no fucking excuse to attack her and try to abduct her. God, I want to kill those fuckers!
Poppy’s still staring at me, a look of determination on her face.
“I’m not going to let them scare me off,” she says, and her voice only trembles a little. “I’m not going to let two mangy mutts steal my life from me!”
She looks like she means it. My jaw aches from how hard I’m grinding my teeth, but I force myself to nod.
“Fine. But from now on, you text me the second you’re off work. I don’t care what time it is. I’ll be there to see you home safe. Understood?”
She hesitates…and then nods slowly.
“Okay. That’s fair. I’ll text you and I won’t leave the store until you get there.”
Some of the tightness in my chest eases. But then she shifts against me and winces, her face tightening with discomfort.
“What is it?” I demand, instantly alert.
Her cheeks flame red as she ducks her head.
“My breasts,” she mumbles. “They’re really full right now.”
My heart twists. She’s still embarrassed—still ashamed to ask me for help, even after the doctor made it clear this is something she needs. I cup her cheek, brushing away the tears still clinging there.
“Sweetheart,” I murmur. “You don’t ever need to be ashamed with me. Just tell me what you need, and I’ll do it. Whatever it is. Always.”
She swallows, her voice trembling.
“I need you, Logan.”
I frown, confused even though deep down I know what she means.
“You need me to help with your breasts? Or the dilators?”
Her eyes lock with mine, desperate and pleading.
