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His stunned stare is hard to read, and it takes him a minute to respond.

“I … It’s just … I didn’t expect this,” he says.

My heart sinks. He’s holding something back.

“I don’t expect you to answer right away,” I add. “You should have time to think about it, but I want you to consider something while you do that. When I say I want you to have everything you want, I mean it. You love him, and he loves you. I want you to think about claiming him as a chosen mate.”

He gasps. “You want me to be with you both?”

“I want you to have everything that makes you happy.”

Chapter Forty-Five

Dale

It feels like I’m dreaming right now, with my Alpha pinning me against the counter, telling me everything I’ve always wanted to hear from him, and more.

I’ve been caught between my love for Cameron and Zane for years, feeling like I had to choose and being completely frozen at the thought of losing either one of them.

Zane might be a fated mate, but I chose Cameron, and he chose me.

We built something special together, and I always wanted to perfume for him.

Knowing I couldn’t, but that I would with Zane if he would just accept me as his mate, was a special kind of torture that soured things between us every time I came close to asking Cameron to mark me.

What Zane is talking about sounds like pure heaven in theory, but I have no idea how Cameron would react to the suggestion. Considering how mad hearing Zane’s name makes him, I doubt he’ll be open to sharing. And that’s if he ever reads my messages.

I’m starting to think it really is over between us.

If he still had feelings, wouldn’t he have checked them by now?

Zane snaps me out of my thoughts, when one hand moves up to stroke the side of my face.

That one soft touch makes me shiver in anticipation.

“Talk to me,” Zane murmurs. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”

I lean into the palm of his hand, unable to find the words for what I’m feeling.

My heart feels like it could burst. I knew I would forgive him if I got stuck here for too long and that’s exactly what’s happening. He’s been open and honest and caring. He’s explained everything, and he’s offering me everything I could possibly ever want.

It takes me a few minutes to calm down enough to talk.

“I’m mad that it took you this long.”

He smiles wryly, but he’s overwhelmed with guilt when he speaks. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I’m not finished,” I tell him.

He moves his hand away from my face. I expect it to go back to the side of the counter, but he puts it around me instead, stroking his fingers over my back. I want so badly to lean into him, to feel his body pressed against mine.

“Keep going,” he murmurs. “I’ll be quiet.”

God, I can barely think with his arm around me. It’s like my brains are melting into a puddle of goo.

I want to just sink into the feeling and let go of everything else.

I close my eyes for a second, thinking about what it took to get here.

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