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Sebastianwould leave me too.
NotifIleft him first.
Itwouldn’t hurt as much then, right?
Thatwas it.Theonly way to protect myself from it happening again.Thenext timeIsawSebastian,I’dtell him.
Weneeded a break.
CHAPTER11
SEBASTIAN
Giannahadn’t come home last night.She’dtexted and said she was too tired to drive and would stay atKylie’s.Itold herI’dcome get her, but she’d refused.AlthoughI’dbeen growing increasingly more pissed off asI’dreplayed our last conversation, my anger had been washed away by concern.I’dworried about her all night, tossing and looping through old wounds that liked to pop up whenIwas at a low point.
WhenI’dbeen a young, isolated pup, bullied by the bigger, older wolves in the pack,Inever dreamedI’dfind a mate, let alone someone as incredible as her.Notonly was she beautiful, but smart and courageous.Shewas a loyal friend to all she’d met and always there for me, encouraging me to face my fears.Thatsmall fear wormed back up, one that saidIwasn’t good enough for her, just likeIhadn’t been good enough for my pack.
Butwhen she texted this morning if we could meet for a walk on the shore—Ifigured that was a positive step.That’show we got through the bumps in our marriage—we talked.Everythingseemed better in the light of day.I’dsnap out of the dark thoughts that had looped through my mind.WhywouldIdoubtGianna?Sheloved me.Wewere mated and married.Whatmore of a commitment couldIwant or expect?
Withher wanting to meet,Ifigured the worst was over.Iknew my wife and it wasn’t like her to let things simmer this way.Shewas more like a tea kettle, and would explode when something pissed her off, and that release would help her get to the root of whatever bothered her.We’dtalk about it.Figurethings out together and work through the tension, letting it dissipate like a wave washing back into the ocean.
Andthen we’d be happy again.Backto being us.
Istrolled down to the shore, the salty scent of the ocean growing more pronounced asIapproached.
Giannafaced the ocean.Thesun shone on her dark hair, which flowed in the breeze behind her.Thiswas her happy place.
Mygaze traveled over all the sinuous curves of her body.Alow growl vibrated in my chest, a hum of both virility and contentedness wheneverIwas near my mate.Mywolf took notice, basking in her presence.Sheappeared like a goddess, a true siren walking along the shore.
Theresidual anger from our last encounter vanished.Iwas more concerned in making things right with my mate.HowdidImanage to find such an incredible partner?We’dbeen two lost souls before we came together.Whenevershe welcomed me in her arms, it was like coming home.
Iquickened my steps asItrekked through the sand to get closer to her.AsIapproached, my footsteps must have alerted her because she turned my way.Thesunlight glinted on her necklace.
“Gianna.”Ismiled and kissed her cheek to greet her.
WhenIpulled back, her eyes appeared troubled.Somethingwas wrong.
“Iseverything okay?”Iasked her.
Shetook a deep inhale and released it slowly.Asea breeze rustled her hair, tossing it across her face, and she pushed it back over her shoulders.
“Let’swalk,” she suggested.
“Okay.”Iattempted to take her hand as we walked along the shore, but she pulled it away, pushing her hair back once more.
Mymuscles tensed asIprepared for what was coming.Ithought everything had turned out okay, butImust have been wrong.We’dbeen together long enough for me to read her vibes.
“Youknow,I’vebeen thinking,” she began. “Whencouples are going through a rough patch…”Shetrailed off.
“Roughpatch?”Irepeated in surprise.
“Oh, come on,Sebastian.Youmust have sensed the tension between us lately.Thetownhouse is practically bursting with it.”
Iblinked beforeIturned and gaped at her. “Fromwhat?I’mconfused by all this.”
Shebit her lower lip and shook her head. “Right…I’mthe one having an issue with things.”
Mymind fast-forwarded through recent events asItried to pinpoint what could have gone wrong and when.Didn’twe have a great time at the concert?Didn’twe have a fun night with friends at game night?Andhadn’t we had plenty of fun times—happy times—when we were alone?Theincident with us laughing over the mess with the flosser, which led to more sensual fun in the bedroom, was only days ago.
