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CHAPTER THIRTY TWO: LOVE AND LOSS

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Phillip

I crossed the space between us and pulled her into me, one hand at her waist, the other cupping the back of her neck as I crushed my mouth to hers.

The kiss was hungry, desperate in its honesty. Weeks of restraint, fear and longing poured directly into my lips.

She gasped softly against me, then melted. Her hands curled into my jacket as she kissed me back. I tightened my hold around her, just to confirm that she was real, alive, mine for this one stolen moment.

I broke the kiss long enough to breathe against her lips.

“I’ve been going crazy. At first I thought I was going to lose you.” I whispered, my voice raw.” I pressed my forehead to hers, “You don’t know what it did to me.. hearing about the rogue attack, Anthony holding you..”

She silenced the tremor in my voice, her lips catching mine. For that moment, the world disappeared. No duty, no pack, just her, her breath, our hearts beating in sync.

I needed her. Not just the kiss, though the goddess knew I was still buzzing
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