That night, Aaron held me harder than usual.His mouth had moved over my collarbone, then lower, leaving slow heat everywhere he touched. When he kissed the skin above my heart, I had almost closed my eyes and let myself believe the tenderness was real. For a few breathless seconds, I forgot that Aaron only held me this way when he was about to ask me to give something up.His Alpha scent still lingered in the room, cold and dominant, threaded with black pine and aged whiskey. The back of my neck was warm where his mate mark rested, the mark every wolf in Blackridge recognized as proof of our sanctioned bond. Once, that closeness would have made me soften and convince myself that I still mattered to him.This time, before my breathing had fully steadied, he lowered his mouth to my ear and said, "Claire, Vivian returns to the pack in three days."My body went still, but I did not question him. Aaron's thumb brushed over the mark at the back of my neck, gentle enough to feel like comfort
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