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If they cut her from the lab, I don’t know what Lena will do. As is, she’s already handling not being in school a little too well. There’s a very good chance she’s letting it simmer under the surface with that mess of her feral wolf.

Doctor Thorpe growls on his end of the phone, “They’re trying to get in the building. I’ve called for security.”

“I’ll send Corinth Security and the police there as soon as we get off the call. However, I agree with Finn, this is likely temporary. Once they realize they can’t find anything gossip worthy about Lena, then they’ll stop. Let’s see what happens after the police explain that they can’t be there.” Cade pushes back against Doctor Thorpe.

Doctor Thorpe stumbles over his word. “Well, how long? We have patients and their families.”

“Shorter, if you let me get off the phone with you, but I won’t do that until I know you’re not about to do anything to risk Lena’s place at the lab,” Cade threatens.

“Very well.” Doctor Thorpe sighs. “Hurry.”

Cade hangs up the phone and runs his hand back through his hair. “I fucking hate that guy.”

“You and me both,” I answer with a nod. “Becoming Second, if for no other reason than to escape working for him, is reason enough.”

Cade laughs. “Alright. Close the door on the way out. Text me if Lena isn’t in her room. God forbid she went with Nikki today. I’ll take no text from you as answer that she’s here.”

“No news is good news,” I confirm, standing up out of my chair.

Cade is already on the phone again before I close the door to his office.

Please go find our mate so we can sleep. My wolf pushes me down the hall. It’s before 7 a.m., and even if I hadn’t seen on the app that her phone was on the far side of the house, I know my faolan well enough to know she’s still curled up waiting for me.

Lena’s bedroom is dark and peaceful. She’s sleeping right in the center of the bed, sprawled out and perfect. I stand there watching for a moment before stripping down and climbing in next to her. Setting an alarm for eleven, in the event she hasn’t set one, I put my phone down and let my weary body relax.

Chapter 50

Lena

The shifting of the bed stirs me from my sleep. Finn climbs into bed behind me, pulling off my warm cocoon of blankets to give me a much more pleasurable heat.

“Took you long enough,” I murmur, wiggling my ass against his cock.

A little groan of pleasure rattles my body as it exits Finn’s chest. “Behave, foalan.”

With a huff, I settle back into bed—not unintentionally—pressing back against him as I do so.

“Have it your way, faolan.” Finn’s voice is dark and devious.

His large hand slides along my skin down my hip into my pajama pants and past my underwear. I’m moaning, needing him, before he even gets to my clit.

“So needy, faolan.” He rumbles his accusation.

I gasp as his fingers slide past my clit. Hot pain stings through my body as Finn squeezes my clit between his finger and thumb. My hips buck back against him as I try to escape. But the way he holds me to him, commanding me with his strength, has me soaking wet. I’m already anticipating how good he’ll fuck me.

Finn releases my clit, pulling his hand from between my legs. He strips away the covers in one smooth movement, and his gaze darkens, looking at me like a man starved, ready to devour me.

He moves his leg over the top of me, laying me on my back and pinning me to the bed. One hand skates down my side to my stomach to pull my shirt up. Lifting my hands, I allow him to pull the soft cotton fabric up my body. Finn braces himself over me and captures my wrists above my head.

“Can you be completely silent, Kathleen?” Finn gives a small chuckle, his smile pulling up the corner of his lips. “The only noise allowed being your safeword? Can you handle that, faolan?”

My single nod, a silent agreement, is all it takes. Excitement flutters in my chest.

Methodically, Finn lets go of my hands and moves down my body, pulling my pajama bottoms off as he does. I’m stripped naked before him, cursing the chill that nips at my exposed skin, but I know it won’t last.

Finn steps over to the nightstand on the far side of the bed. I follow his movements as he pulls out a white box, similar to the one he seemingly planted in my apartment. It’s a larger box, deeper, and seems heavier.

With an expectant look, Finn nods to the bed space in front of him.

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