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I slap both cheeks with my hands, pulling myself out of my head. Stop overthinking. We're taking a shower right now. And then we'll get out. And we'll face the fact that we have two mates.

A caution begins to sound somewhere far away. "Happy, you have to stop!" Jay yells. " I can't!" "I can't make it stop!" He was nervous. —You have to try,— Angel asks me, her earth-colored eyes refining a combination of stress and fear. "I do! " But I can't make it stop! “Obviously you can, yes you can, Justo,” empowers me.

‘I promised you I'd behave, but if they keep talking shit about you, I might have to rip their tongues out,’ Kaan said tightly through the link. I almost snorted. ‘I don't think that ripping their tongues would help our cause.’ ‘It wouldn't,’ he agreed. ‘But it would surely shut them up. I hope you realize how much restraint it takes not to kill everyone who does not respect you. They're still alive only because you did not want bloodshed.’ I stroked his cheek and gave him a quick kiss. ‘I know, and that makes me love you even more, my Alpha.’ A low growl rumbled in his chest, and a wave of heat washed over me. All kinds of highly inappropriate thoughts invaded my mind in an instant. Fortuna

And get out of my life, miserable soul. ### My finger doesn’t even hover the send button for a split second because I hit send. Son of a bitch.

He didn't say a word, but my eyes lingered on his hand…just as he moved the steered the car. “I thought you couldn't hear me, Blaze" I wasn't ashamed. I didn't make a sound either even though I'd developed hiccups, all from nowhere. “I can't live with you. Cancel the appointment with them, Rhy—" “Blaze, what are you thinking?" He smiled with one cheek. I studied it. It wasn't a smirk. “Nothing. I just don't want to live in the same house as you. The press, the blogs will definitely need something to post—"

If this is going to continue— then it won’t stay controlled. And if it doesn’t stay controlled— then it needs direction. Because I don’t do uncertainty. I don’t do hesitation. I don’t do— I stop the thought. Too late. It’s already there. Clear. Unavoidable. This isn’t about the press anymore. I want her.

He emphasized the 'like' word "Maybe" "It's not a maybe, it's positive so I want you to stop whatever you have in your head because it'll make everything worse" He patted my back and left me there alone "Damn it!"

Grrrrr. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

My wolf won’t stop repeating it, Mate, Mate, Mate, over and over, like a curse. Stay low . I remind myself. Love is overrated.

“Let's not do it again.” “I won't if you don't stop ignoring me.” “Excuse me?” “STOP. IGNORING. ME.”