Ilaria's POVReed's hand was still cupping my face, his thumb resting against my cheekbone. The warmth of his touch made it impossible to think clearly."Reed," I whispered. "What are we doing?"He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, my heart dropped."We need to talk."Those four words never led anywhere good.He pulled back slowly, putting distance between us. The cold rushed in where his warmth had been, and I had to fight the urge to reach for him again."Last night," he said carefully, "and just now, I need you to understand something."I sat up, pulling the sheets around me. "Understand what?""I want you." The words came out raw, almost torn from his throat. "Every time I look at you, every time I smell your scent, every time you're close enough to touch, my wolf goes insane. He wants to claim you. Completely. In every way."Heat flooded my cheeks. "Then why—""Because I'm terrified of hurting you."The confession hung in the air between us. I stared at
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