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HAVEN POV I awoke wrapped in a cocoon of soothing warmth, surrounded by the scent of Wesley’s cologne — stronger and sweeter than I’d smelt it before. I nestled further into the warmth, pressing my back into Wesley’s solid chest, pulling his arm tighter around my body. The safety and security I felt from being that close to him settled my heart indescribably. His skin against mine set little fireworks off everywhere we touched. Those tiny sparks spread pleasure and warmth throughout not just my body, but my entire being. My soul. It was strange. His touch had always felt different to me, but after the previous night, that sensation was even more pronounced. I tensed and my eyes popped open as everything from the night before came crashing into me all at once. The club. Lennox attacking me. My panic attack when I woke up in an unfamiliar hospital. And Wesley. Wesley coming to my side when I was hurt, Wesley staying by my side and comforting me while the doctor and nurses stitched m
HAVEN POV“I’ll tell you whatever it is you want to know,” Wesley said. “I won’t lie to you, Haven. I won’t ever lie to you again.”“You better not,” I muttered, leaning back against the pillows and crossing my arms.A flicker of amusement hit me, but his face stayed stoic and blank as he kept leaning against the wall, not showing his reaction on the outside. Probably because he didn’t want to piss me off. A little late for that.“I won’t,” he said again. “Which is why, before we talk about anything else, I want to be up front with you about something. And I want you to hear it from me and not from someone else.”I swallowed, but nodded. I knew whatever he was about to say to me would probably just piss me off even more, based on how he looked and felt.“This alpha from another pack — that’s what we call ourselves, all of us werewolves who live together in one group — well, my dad has been trying to get access to his business accounts because he felt that not everything was on the up a
HAVEN POV I kept my quick pace as I walked off Wesley’s porch and down the path bordered by his lawn. Nolan’s heavier footsteps sounded behind me as he followed me. I reached the curb and then looked to the left and then the right, deciding which way to go. Nolan stopped next to me, his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, as he waited for me to make a choice. My plan was going great until I realized I did not know where anything was in Crescent Lake. I crossed my arms and wrinkled my nose in frustration, and he said, “Where exactly did you want to go, Luna?” “I need a shower,” I muttered, remembering my bloody hair and the sweat and general grossness from the club the night before. “A really long, boiling hot shower,” I continued. “I thought you wanted to walk?” he asked with a chuckle. “I just needed some excuse to get out of his house,” I admitted. He laughed again and nodded, then ushered me towards the left. “Come on, Luna. I’ll take you to the packhouse. Just be careful
WESLEY POV“Are you going to reject me?” I asked, as I followed Nolan and Haven to the door.“What?” Haven asked.“Are you going to reject me as your mate?”She stopped and looked at me, her eyes scanning over my face, taking in whatever she saw there.She swallowed, then said, “I don’t know.”Then she turned and walked out my front door, with Nolan right behind her.I slammed the door shut and banged my fist against it twice before I leaned my forehead on the cool glass of the small window. I couldn’t even feel her anymore. She’d cut me off from her emotions without even knowing she was.I had no one to blame but myself. I mean, sure, I could have blamed my dad, but when it really came down to the bare bones of the issue, it was nobody’s fault but my own.I turned and slumped down to the floor, my back against the door and my arms draped over my knees. I sat and sat, waiting to feel even the tiniest bit of something from her end of the bond, but there was nothing.I already missed her
HAVEN POV Wesley’s arms tightened around me as we stood in the makeshift dance studio he had put together for me. It was far from perfect, but that somehow made it even more special. Because he had put the time and the effort into creating it just for me. He brought his head out of the crook of my neck, his nose trailing along my jawline as he pulled back to look me in the eye again. His eyes were puffy and red-rimmed, his face open and vulnerable, revealing the depth of his emotions to me. He kissed my forehead, then looked at me and said in a hoarse voice, “I, Wesley Stone, accept you, Haven Kenway, as my mate.” His words echoed into my soul, settling over me like a blanket. And beneath that, beneath the surface of my skin, was the overwhelming feeling of acceptance. Of belonging. The feeling I had been craving, been searching for most of my life. I gasped at the intensity of it, my hands clutching at Wesley’s back, pulling my body closer to his. “Are you all right?” he asked,
HAVEN POV As we basked in the afterglow of our make-up sex, Wesley continued to caress my bare skin, and kiss my shoulder and neck and chest, all while murmuring sweet nothings to me. His lips traveled over my skin in a lazy trail, leaving behind little tingles and sparks wherever they went. As he did this, he slowly and gently removed his softening penis from me, then settled me back on his lap while he adjusted his position on the floor of the room. I couldn’t imagine the floor was very comfortable to sit on, but I was too caught up in my post-coital haze to mention it to him. I knew he would move us somewhere else if he really wanted to. “I really am sorry,” he said, lifting his head to look at me. His fingers played with the ends of my curls, twirling them and untwirling them. “I know,” I reassured him. “I’m sorry too.” He pursed his lips together and looked down. “But I shouldn’t have ignored you. After everything — everything you’ve been through, everything you told me — I s
WESLEY POV I fell asleep on Saturday night with Haven in my arms and woke up Sunday to an empty bed. As soon as I realized Haven was no longer in our bed, I jumped up and out of it, my eyes already scanning the vacant room. My lycan growled and my heart leapt into my throat and I gripped my hair in my hands as I tried to catch my breath. Had it all been a dream? Her coming back and accepting me, us making love in front of the mirrors; her letting me provide a meal for her for the first time as my mate — had I just imagined it all? I yanked the bathroom door open, looking inside to see if she was in the shower or getting ready, but the lights were off and the room was empty. I darted to the walk-in closet, but again, the lights were off and the room was empty. “Fuck!” I muttered under my breath, sinking down onto the small ottoman in the middle of my closet, putting my head in my hands. The whimpering in my mind from my Lycan did nothing to temper the flare of distress in my body.
HAVEN POV “And I have the results,” I heard Dr. Russo’s voice say through Wesley’s phone. The volume was just loud enough that I could hear most of what he had said to Wesley, but not everything. Enough to hear that he’d already run whatever special test they had to detect supernatural blood and to know that he already knew the answer. Which I was sure was going to be “she’s just human.” Wesley’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the counter, and his head whipped towards me. Our eyes met, and through the bond, I could feel his anticipation. I gave him a weak smile, then turned back to the stove to shut off the burners since I had finished plating our food. I pressed my lips together and shut my eyes as he said, “Hold on, let me put you on speaker.” My throat tightened and my hands mimicked Wesley’s as I gripped the counter in front of me. I waited, and focused on anything other than how worried I was about his answer. I didn’t want Wesley to feel it, to know. But I