Screw My Childhood Sweetheart His Alpha Brother Marked Me First novel Chapter 107

A sob tore from my throat. In a flash, Anson lifted me onto his lap, cocooning my body with his. The tears came in brutal waves. I shook violently, but Anson simply held on.

“Let it out, Ro, You have to let it out.”

So that was exactly what I did. I cried for all that had been lost. For all the wounds of this past year. For the woman whose mind was clearly

broken. For the mother I would never have.

I let the tears flow until there was nothing left in me. When they slowed, Anson stood, carrying me to the bed and laying me down. He wrapped himself around me, his thumb stroking the column of my neck. “I’m here. You’re not alone.”

“I know,” I whispered hoarsely.

We lay in silence. I didn’t know for how long, but Anson never once let go.

I burrowed deeper into his hold. “She’s so broken.”

“That may explain a lot of her actions.”

What if that fracture had begun when she was pregnant with me? I remembered reading about the commonality of mental illness having an onset during pregnancy in a psychology class. What if everything had been simply a figment of her imagination? What if there was a father out there who would’ve loved to have me in his life? Or maybe she was right, and there was someone after us both.

My hands fisted in Anson’s T–shirt. “How will we ever know the truth?”

“With time. We need to give her time to calm down.”

I wished I could believe that was true. “She might be too far gone.”

His fingers ran along the ridges of my spine, as if he were playing a musical instrument. “I’m sorry, Ro. I know you wanted those answers today.”

“What if all this was a waste? That she took me away for no reason at all. Gave me away when she didn’t have to.”

Anson pulled back so he could look into my eyes. “I know it hurts. But it also made you the amazing person you are.”

I lifted a hand, my fingers stroking his rough jawline. Anson knew that kind of hurt better than anyone else. “Did you ever meet your birth

father?”

His jaw worked back and forth before he answered. “Once. I hired a P.I. to track him down. He was living in Idaho.”

“And?”

“He told me he didn’t want anything to do with me. That it was just an affair and he didn’t have time or money for a kid.”

My hand stilled. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not. I don’t need that in my life.”

I ran my hand over his buzzed head, his hair tickling my palm. “He’s losing out on the most amazing gift he could’ve ever been given.”

Anson swallowed hard, his eyes growing glassy.

“It’s true,” I pushed. “You’re incredible. Fiercely protective of the people you care about. You make me laugh until my stomach hurts. And

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there’s a kindness you try to hide away. You know whenever I need you and you’re always there. That’s the greatest gift of all. To say matter how hard things get.”

My hand slid over Anson’s head, down his neck and to his back. “That’s what you were talking about, wasn’t it? You stay because you www bow much it hurts when someone you care about leaves.”

Anson’s eyes blazed with that deep green heat. “I love you, Ro. You’ve seen my soul from that first conversation. It’s a gift til ever he white to

repay.”

Warmth flooded me. Our link had been cemented with some of our hardest experiences, and that meant I could never wish those hardships away. “I love you more than I have the words to say,”

Anson moved to close the distance, but before his lips met mine, I jerked. A now familiar pain flared on my hip, and my eyes flew to bis “Anson.”

A smile stretched across his face. “You’re mine.”

My lips twitched. “It goes both ways, you know? You’re mine too,”

His mouth took mine in a searing kiss. “I belong to you, Always,”

There was so much in the kiss. Desire, pain, hope, fear, love. We lost ourselves in the flood of emotion, the tangle of tongues, and the roving hands.

But I needed more. I needed everything.

“Anson,” I breathed.

His eyes turned a molten green as he looked down at me. “What do

The answer was simple. “You.”

you need?”

The grin that spread across his face took my breath away. “You have me.”

He tugged his shirt over his head, sending it to the floor. Then his hands were on my tank top. His knuckles grazed against my sides as he lifted it, sending delicious shivers skating across my skin.

Anson’s mouth curved as he took me in. “No bra?”

I bit the side of my lip. “I was in a hurry.”

He let out a little growl as he bent down, taking my nipple into his mouth. I nearly bowed off the bed. My hands fell to his head, lightly scratching my nails over his scalp.

Anson’s hands tugged at my sweats. I lifted my hips as he yanked at the cloth, and my fingers went to the button on his jeans, fumbling with it. He released my nipple, but not before giving it a little nip that sent a jolt straight between my legs.

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