Serena refused to look at him. She couldn’t. Not only did he betray her trust, he asked people not to tell her.
"I’m sorry, Serena. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you."
And he wasn’t alone in this. Dex lied to her face in the war room. Gavriel and Hale lied too, and she’d trusted both of them without question. The only person who’d been honest about his dishonesty was Garrett, which was a low bar and he’d barely cleared it.
"I just thought..." The rest of the sentence died in her throat. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
The tears frustrated her as much as the situation. They made her look weak in a conversation where she needed to be iron, and her body was betraying her the way everyone else had.
She needed to tap out of this. She didn’t have it in her. And she especially didn’t want to keep crying in front of him.
She turned away from him fully, her gaze fixed on the shore, and took exactly one step before Fin caught her arm. He pulled her into a hug. It was dangerously effective. Immediately she felt better. Her body relaxed before her mind could protest and her lungs filled with his scent.
The physical pull was overpowering her being upset, and she didn’t know how to feel about it.
Through their matebond, she felt a strange, phantom sensation. It wasn’t an emotion, more so a physical reaction he was suppressing. He wanted to pick her up and hold her. And he almost acted on it but caught himself.
"Serena." He tilted her chin up to look at him. "If someone is coming for you, they are going to have to go through me. I am not going to apologize for protecting you. But I should have told you, and I didn’t. That’s on me."
She pulled out of his hand, turning her head. She was still upset even if she knew she’d probably accept his apology.
Without warning, he grabbed her face and his lips crashed onto hers. Not gently or cautiously. The moment their lips met, an electric current shot between them.
Every rational thought she’d been building for the last five minutes dissolved on contact. Her brain had formally surrendered.
Two months of suppressed need hit her all at once, his and hers colliding through the matebond until she couldn’t sort out which ache belonged to whom.
He picked her up and her legs wrapped around his waist.
He was hard against her, and his want slammed into her through their matebond like a wall of heat. Her body answered before she could stop it.
She started to grind on him without thought. Every day she’d been worried about him came out with every movement. He groaned, moving back on her in rhythm.
"Fuck ... Serena," he said against her lips. Two words. His entire vocabulary in that moment.
His eyes flashed gold. Two months of silence, and Xeon was back with the temperament of a predator that had been promised a meal and told to wait.
Fin shoved Xeon down and continued kissing her. The kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against hers. It was need, unspoken and unrelenting.
Their bodies moved in a faster rhythm.
Fin’s grip tightened on her thighs. The urge to mark her was overwhelming. Two months of not having that sensation and it came back with a vengeance.
If anyone had told her this morning she’d be straddling Fin Shadowclaw in a glowing jungle lake, she’d have asked what they were drinking and where she could get some.
Then her mind went to Dexmon, and the warmth in her body drained out like someone had pulled a plug.
This double-marked life wasn’t working for her.

Xeon: You are the worst Alpha I have ever been stuck inside.
Xeon: Chase her. Now.
Fin: I’m not chasing her.
Xeon: Then I will.
Fin got to shore, ignoring his throbbing cock and howling wolf. Her turmoil bled into him like it was his own and it was killing him.
"Serena..."
There was so much he wanted to say, but the last thing he wanted to do was upset her more.
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