Page 101 of The Weakest Wolf

Galen doesn’t mock me for what has to be a pretty stupid comment considering Bowen doesn’t have a heartbeat. “When you fight for so long, it’s hard to think of what you’ll do when it’s over. Or that it ever will be.”

His words draw my gaze back to his face, to discover his expression is as sober as his voice was. “Is it?”

“Bowen is dead. Most of the pack are dead.”

“Most?”

“I killed a lot,” he says as amusement creeps into his voice, “and you flattened a good amount. But I think some ran off. It’s over now.”

I nod.

He angles his head. “You called for help.”

Although I search him for any hint of mockery, I don’t see it in his eyes, just as I don’t hear it in his voice. “I did.”

“Why?”

“Because I knew you would come.”

He reaches a hand toward my face and waits. When I don’t slap it away, he brushes his thumb across my bottom lip, his expression turning wistful. “I came here looking for Eden and justice for Melody. Instead, I found you.”

“And who am I?”

The sexy half-smile that seems to be my weak spot flares to life. “Mine.”

I raise my eyebrow. “Your what?” As if I don’t know. As if I didn’t just feel the impact of that one-word spear through me. Nor how right it feels to me and my wolf.

He leans toward me, his lips hovering an inch from mine. His eyes never break away. He doesn’t even blink. “My everything.”

And then he kisses me.

It’s soft. A sweet melding of lips and tongues. With a sigh, my eyelids flutter shut and I slide my arms around him, drawing him even closer.

Minutes later, but nowhere near long enough, we break apart to study each other in silence for several seconds. “What happens now?” I ask.

“Now?” He pushes himself to his feet and holds a hand out to me. I take it. “Now we burn this place down to the ground and go home.”

I think that’s the moment I realize I love him.

Maybe it was there all along, but I never saw it until now. But as Galen pulls me up from the floor, the feeling is as clear to me as my own face.

“What?” Galen takes a step closer, crowding me. His eyes probe me as if he can see into my heart and he knows. “What is it?”

Shaking my head, I look away. “I just realized something.”

He edges even closer. My back bumps into the counter. “And that something is?”

I rest my hands on his chest. “You said something when you put me in the truck. You told me that the man chose me about the same time the wolf did. What did you mean?”

“My wolf knew you were nothing like the rest of this pack.”

“And the man?”

“The man was an idiot and didn’t listen, but deep down he knew it, too. Your family…” His voice trails off when I shake my head. “What?”

“I don’t want to talk about them. Not here.”

He dips his head and kisses my brow. “Then we won’t. Come on, let’s get this thing done and get out of here. How are your ribs?”

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