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“My biggest fear is that you reject him and he does what he tried to do but succeeds. I just don’t want him to get hurt because, in the end, you have a mate. I know what they say about you being moon blessed, but what happens if you chose him over my brother? What happens to my brother?” Those last wordshang between us while Cash wipes away his own tears.
“Rya, Cash, time to go.” The Silverback male looks at the both of us with our red puffy eyes, and something filters across his face, a slight smile. “Your brothers should be arriving within minutes. Are you ready?” Cash stands up, back straight. He looks on with grim determination, as if he’s going to take bitter medicine and swallow it down.
“Is someone with Kennedy?” His first concern is her, and I eye him suspiciously. A contradiction in how he’s behaving, he acts as if he
doesn’t care, but deep down he does.
“Your mother has her.” Alpha Clinton stares down this male who can’t look his father in the eye.
“Can you walk, or do you need to be carried?” He’s ready to scoop me up in those solid arms of his.
“I can walk.” A chaos of fluttering butterfly wings tickles the inside of my stomach at seeing Dallas again. I actually give a little giggle
of giddiness that has both males looking at me oddly.
“Sorry.” I try to calm my face, but I can’t. My smile is beyond control, beyond hiding. It’s out there for everyone to see. I try to hide it behind my hand, but the Silverback pulls my fingers away.
“You have nothing to apologize for. Don’t hide that; it’s beautiful. I think this is the first time I have seen you smile. No shame in smiling. Come, let’s greet your male.” My heart is fluttering inside my chest, a slight shakiness in my gait. His big hand goes to my arm to steady me before he moves it quickly away.
“Rya, are you sure you can walk?‘
“Yes, Alpha Clinton.” He gives me a look, not believing a word I say, but he allows me to try and walk on my own.
“Little Moon, I want you to know that a lot of the pack is waiting for you outside. They couldn’t stay away. They are very curious about you. Don’t feel intimidated…shoulders back, hold your head high. Nothing can touch you with me beside you. Show them the female who ate with the wild wolves in winter, show them the female who didn’t quit, fought to the very end, even though you had no hope of winning.” Pride is now in his voice, the same pride that Dallàs has in his.
A blanket is over my shoulders, arm in a blue sling with two pins sticking out of my skin holding the bone in place. I feel no pain because of the nerve block I was given. The doctor said it would last at least eighteen hours. Then the pain would start to come back with a punch; at least he told me what to expect, so I wouldn’t be so shocked when the pain comes barreling in.
Walking out the door, instead of the faint blues and pinks of sunrise, the deep reds and purples meet me with sunset. Lots of wolves are milling about in the parking lot. Snowflake after snowflake drifts effortlessly down from the heavens, dusting the heads and shoulders of these people who came to see me, combatting the cold for just a glimpse.
Wolves begin to hush. Those juveniles who were there are in a small cluster together, huddled in their own little side pack. That wolverine in the middle of them as if they are protecting the weakest from something.
Taking the steps one at a time, a single clap rings out from the crowd, followed by another clap, then another until everyone is cheering for me. I stand a little straighter. A good job thrown out of male voices, good effort, repeated throughout the females.
The Silverback Alpha never leaves my side until I see his oldest. Standing there watching me, clapping his hands with the rest of the pack.
Arctic sea meets glacier blue as the crowd shifts away.
All I hear is the blood rushing in my ears, swooshing with the beat of my heart.
He doesn’t take his eyes off mine, a little scruff on the side. I can’t wait to feel that against my skin. I love the way his dark jeans are hanging so delicately off his hips; the stretch of his soft grey sweater across his chest has me wanting to inch it up to expose his muscled torso, run my fingers over his v–shaped lower abdomen.
With each step he brings himself closer to me, I can’t help the tremors that are taking over. My eyes are for only him. My attention is captivated by him.
The single foot that separated our bodies is gone as soon as his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me up and into him. His scent seeps from underneath his skin. Did someone just pluck a guitar string? Because I am vibrating, humming, as his nose goes to the base
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of my neck, inhaling deeply. Teeth, I feel them at the base of my neck. I still, and so does he. He doesn’t puncture skin, but he could easily. He places a soft kiss instead, another kiss on my jawline until his mouth finds mine.
He kisses me, long and slow. He is in no hurry to let me go; he doesn’t care who is watching, who is present. He’s making this moment
the last chapter in those fairytale books that I have always wanted but never had.
