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Lucas strides into the room from behind the wearied
nurse. His presence is much as I remember–like a lion surveying his territory, confident in his domination over everything in his sight.
This is the Alpha.
Even after everything that’s happened, the sight of him still sends a ripple of attraction and unease through me, a reminder of our complicated history.
But this time, there’s a huge part of me that wants to dash over and lift my head, baring my neck to him. To roll and rub against him with whimpers of submission.
I shove that part deep into a dark hole inside of me and close the fucking door.
Lucas moves with such fluid grace, despite his
towering height–he’s at least six–three, rivaling Alpha Renard’s imposing ability to loom.
His hair is tousled, falling into a loose mess around his face and shoulders, and judging by the dark circles beneath his amber eyes, he’s been up all night.
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And speaking of his eyes…
I try to avoid them, but it’s like there’s a force that pulls me into his gaze. It’s different from any time before. At the Gala, they’d burned with desire and curiosity. In Cedarwood, there was always an aching longing in their depths. Today?
They’re intense, smoldering with rage that wars with relief. His jaw is clenched, his face set in a way that I’d have expected him to be a grim reaper instead of a visitor. But his brow settles out of its deep furrow and relaxes a little when he sees me, and the wrinkles
around his eyes relax.
As he approaches my bedside, I can’t help but lean toward him, into the scent of campfire smoke and something smooth and sensual beneath. A dizzying fragrance that has my heart yearning toward him. It should be comforting, but it sets me on edge as I try to pull myself back, waking myself from the brief
intoxication with the man that the fates have deigned
to mate me to.
It’s startling to realize I’m not angry with him anymore. I guess that’s what happens when you get rescued
before you’re wiped from the world’s history
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book.
“Hi,” I say, because he’s too busy staring at me to talk.
“Are you okay?” Some of the stress fades from his face as he grabs the doctor’s stool and takes a seat next to my bed. His gaze lingers on the bandages on my face and neck, before sliding down to my abdomen. His fingers twitch, and he links his hands in his lap.
It’s a casual gesture, but somehow I know he’s fighting his urge to reach out and touch me.
It’s… cute.
“I’m fine. As long as I don’t move around, I don’t hurt too much. Thank you for changing my doctor.”
He grunts, shifting on the tiny stool. “Ellison’s a good .doctor, but a shit person.”
I blink. Honestly, I’d have never guessed in a million years that he’s actually good at what he’s supposed to do. I figured his personality bled into his talent. “Oh.”
“He’s been warned. He won’t bother you again.”
I nod, not sure how to respond. Even if he’s taken care of, there will be other wolves with a similar mindset.
I’m not stupid enough to think they can all be taken
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care of so easily.
“Thank you… for coming for me.” The blanket is soft between my fingers, easy to twist. I can’t meet Lucas‘ gaze as I struggle to convey my grateful feelings. “I didn’t know what to do.”
My breath catches in my throat as I take in the rugged angles of his face, the way his dark hair falls in tousled waves around those high cheekbones. Even bruised and bandaged as I am, something in his gaze makes me feel beautiful in a way I’ve never experienced before.
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