Chapter 98
Ezra’s POV
Michael Clyne had torn my world apart, but I didn’t have to live looking over my shoulder, worried he’d come for me again. That bastard had likely forgotten I even existed. The moves my brothers and I made against him were covert. He had no way of tracing them back to us.
But Raven? She lived in fear every single day. It only made me admire her more. She’d fought through hell and made it out. She’d taught herself to fight, even though it wasn’t part of her submissive nature. She’d been so damn smart to evade his capture.
“How did you get out?” The question tumbled out without my permission. I didn’t have any right to the answer, but that didn’t change the fact
that I wanted to know.
Raven looked at the stream swirling around her feet. For a moment, I thought she wouldn’t answer me.
“There was a party. My father had just come back from a raid. Those were always the times he was the happiest.” She spat the final word like a
curse.
“He liked to take that happiness out on me.” Raven’s sea-blue eyes swirled in an array of tones, darkening and lightening as memories took hold. “He had me brought to him in front of the whole pack. Said I needed to be strong like him. That he’d make me that way.”
A sick feeling rooted itself in my gut, but I could do nothing to stop it. Just like I could do nothing to change what had happened to Raven in the
past.
“Michael had me tied to a post and whipped me until the pain took me under. I woke up face down in the mud. Someone had cut me down at some point, but their party had continued, no one thinking about little old me.”
Images of the scars on Raven’s back flashed in my mind as rage swept through me. Anger was familiar to me. It was the one thing I let myself feel on occasion. But the sorrow that accompanied it now? That felt completely foreign. And the power of it nearly dragged me into a shift.
“Everyone was drunk or passed out,” Raven went on. “Hooking up or fast asleep. I knew it was then or never. The beatings were getting worse, and I had no doubt that he’d eventually kill me.”
Fur rippled over my arms as I battled to hold my wolf back. He wanted to shift and hunt the one who’d harmed his mate. And I wanted that, too.
“I managed to shift, which helped with the healing. I’d memorized the enforcers’ positions and was able to sneak past one whose girlfriend was meeting up with him while he was on duty. I ran and ran until I passed out. When I woke, I ran some more. I made it from Louisiana to North Carolina before I shifted back to my human form.”
Raven let out a long breath. “Stole some clothes from the trunk of someone’s car. Cut my hair. Hid my scent like my mom taught me. Michael didn’t know I could do that. Those shields were the only things that saved me.”.
I couldn’t hold back anymore, I moved into Raven’s space and let the scent of wolf, spring breeze, and sage swirl around me. “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I will spend the rest of my life making sure you’re safe,”
“Ezra-”
“My only purpose. That and making sure you’re happy.”
It was Raven who moved then, Her hand slid along my jaw and into my hair, her thumb stroking the knife inked by my eye. And then her lips met mine.
Her tongue stroked in, and I couldn’t help the growl that slipped free as I pulled her to me, my dick hardening to the point of pain at the mere taste of her. Everything that was Raven flooded my system. That slight tingling feeling swept through me again. The buzz. And the lightness that
followed.
Chapter 98
I tore my mouth from hers. It was the last thing I wanted to do, but I knew if I didn’t stop, I’d be pinning her to a tree and taking her. That wouldn’t rebuild trust.
Raven’s chest heaved as she grabbed my shoulders to steady herself. “Ezra.”
“I’m yours,” I rasped. “Whatever you need. I’m yours.”
Something shifted in her gaze. I wasn’t sure what Raven might do.
She didn’t run. She didn’t grab my face for another kiss. She wrapped herself around me, her face burrowing into my neck as she breathed
deeply.
“I’m yours, too.”
Those were the sweetest words I’d ever heard.
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