Forty-Four: Lana

Lana's P.O.V.

I was being petty as we sat down at the kitchen island for lunch. Every time I heard someone moving, my hand snapped over to hold Oliver's hand, arm, or thigh. I wanted to be prepared the next time that woman, Nyla, came near. I wanted her to see that Oliver was mine now.

Hell, if I were a wolf, I would walk him over to her and then piss around him. Although I doubted that was how their kind marked their territory, it was still funny to think about.

Maddie was oblivious to the tension pouring from me, but Oliver seemed aware. He had turned his barstool at the island until he was facing me. He pulled my chair closer until I was seated between his legs with both of mine hanging over one of his.

I was basking in the pride of knowing that he was mine and that he was open to showing affection toward me in front of other people. But no matter how close we were, if Nyla were to walk in, I would find a way to be even closer without scaring my daughter.

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