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Chapter 88

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Back inside the room, where he had just dragged me off again, he slammed the door shut so hard that the echo vibrated through the walls. He was still carrying me in his arms, walking toward his king–sized bed, and gently placed me on it- setting me down with more gentleness than his anger had suggested.

His hand lingered at my wrists, as though he feared if he let go, I would run away from him again- which he thought, but in fact. I really wouldn’t

Are you angry with me. Lucien?” I asked the most

obvious thing, looking at his expression.

He let out a

blink

gh, kneeling before me. “Who wouldn’t be when you don’t take your pain seriously, Scarlett?”

Am. I take myself seriously. I really am fine.”

aler than a sheet of paper, Scarlett! voice was sharp, but his eyes wer

ghtened. I tried to turn my face

My voice was barely a whisper I don’t know what my next mo

is hand gently cupped my ourself huh? You’ve face ou down, and now y trong woman Sea

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or

have any idea what it does to me to watch you burn yourself

worry and pleading.

ls rose, cupping mine, firm though trembling.

ef that I finally got what I wanted, and now I don’t know what to ight now.”

I couldn’t help but close my eyes. “Weak? Little wolf, do you even hear the courage to reach out and seek help, you managed those who tried to brin Ving the bond, enduring a pain that no one could easily withstand. You are a and I am proud of you, little wolf.”

op them. “Then why does it feel like I’m slowly losing myself, piece by piece?”

nsion never left his body. “Because you are With you. Allow me to carry your burdens

of the promise in his voice. I looked him

e cut in fiercely, his hands tightening a

owed was unbearable. My chest ros heat seeped into my skin. My he Surrender to him but couldn’t

ug everything alone. It’s okay to reach out

cien, if I let you—”

lose everything if you don’t.”

the air between us too thick. His breath ness it was aching from his nearness, from how

ation.

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him that. What myself back

hat if this time, I really lost myself? What if I couldn’t him?

Even though I kept saying I had no feelings for Alexander my nightmare–I was afraid to lean on others, afraid that they

om anything that could destroy the self that was broken piece by piece– self back up again.

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The kase wasn’t get it was desperate raw–a fare that burned through my fear and left my heart trembling My hand rose instamcomedy, pushing at his chest–but then I ended up dunching his shirt, because pushing hans away felt impossible

When he pulled back breathless hus forehead pressed against mine. I love you. Indle wolf. I love you because it is you”

My hear thomelered on my chest too fast too reall I wanted to angue, to retreat behand soy walls, but has kiss had already cracked them

Lucen.” “My whisper was shaky, torn between fear and longing

He brushed his thurnis across nry lips, still swollen from his kiss. I will spend every day proving it to you But dont purush me for another man’s sans I am not Alexander. I will never be him.”

I shivered my defenses fraying My forehead sank against his shoulder, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat colliding with the besitation mode me. I know I whispered, voice trembling A pause. “But I’m afraid

Then let me love you through it, he murmured, resting his chin lightly on my head. “Patiently, steadily, until you believe it without any doubt”

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Chapter 88

man teaching me I was only temporary”

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with each word 1 chose you Not out of convenience, not out of deur astor Cusset soul recognures That doesn’t vanish–not in a day, our ina ideme

I wamed to push him away to shacid myself, but may body bessayer for acad to believe

You’l get tired of me I murmured. the last shred of fear spilling, sert

Lucien bent his forehead to mine his breathing scathy and grounding “Then 11ge: ww you

Before I could open my mouth his lips had already crashed agamast matar

The kiss wasn’t gentle it was desperate raw–a fire that burned through my for any trading w instinctively pushing at his chest–but then 1 ended up clutching hus shur becau pus

When he pulled back breathless his forehead pressed against mine. I love you be for Jave you e

My heart thundered in my chest, too fast. top real 1 wanted to argue to retest been s cracked them

Lucien. My whisper was shaky, torn between fear and longing

He brushed his thumb across my lips, still swollen from his kiss. I will spend every day provi

me for another man’s sins. I am not Alexander. 1 will never be him

I shivered, my defenses fraying. My forehead sank against his shoulder the steady mytie of het g the hesitation inside me. I know I whispered, voice trembling A pause but in stat

Then let me love you through it be murmured resting his chin lightly on my bead Yalenty without any doubt”

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