PUCK ME, GENTLY
Her shoulders quake, and her face is beet red.
I want to step in to console her, but my wolf growls in disagreement, reminding me that our mate is waiting to be marked, and to be claimed.
I chug down a mouthful of bourbon, and force the words out. “You are my Luna.”
She lifts her head slowly, eyes swollen, red-rimmed, searching my face like she’s not sure if I mean it.
“I don’t want Alex,” I continue, my voice low. “I only want her on my team. That’s it. Once our plan works, she’s gone. And then it’s just you and me…official.”
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