Page 81 of Awakening His Mate


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I’m not sure if either of us should pursue reclaiming the memories we have lost. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss, and we already have enough nightmare fuel between us. However, would it be a disservice to us to just let go of the things that brought us to this point?

Her gray irises snap toward me, as if she knows I’m watching her. They’re beautiful in their own way, but they are also a reminder of what she suffered when she was lost in the darkness of her own mind.

My expression must be troubled, because she crosses the room and reaches up her hand, sifting it through the hair at the nape of my neck.

“You okay?” Her soft question makes my chest squeeze.

She has been through so much, and yet her concern is always for me.

“I’m perfect,” I say, letting my fingers trail over the claiming mark on her neck.

I like seeing it on her. I want everyone to know she is mine, and although it doesn’t have the same power as a true claiming mark, the symbolism of it is all I care about.

“What if we’re walking into something worse?”

“You mean worse than sitting here waiting for our enemies to find us and drag us to an evil lair where they will force us to breed so they can create some kind of mysterious army to fight an unknown enemy?”

She snorts before lightly smacking my chest. “I’ve never heard you be so sarcastic before.” I bring her fingers to my mouth, pressing my lips to them. Her expression turns serious. “What if I’m leading us to our deaths, Jacks? I’m scared of doing nothing. What if we did have a baby and I left them behind? What if we didn’t, and I’m dragging us on this crusade to save someone who doesn’t exist? What if?—”

She stops talking when I rest my hand over her stomach. We would know, right? I’d feel like a father, wouldn’t I? Even if I didn’t, surely Dove would know if she’d given birth?

The idea of her swollen with my pup fills me with a sense of possessiveness I struggle to control, which is only doused when her hand covers mine, her gray eyes swimming with emotions.

We will have our pups, I think as I smile. And she nods in understanding.

“All good stories end with a happily ever after, don’t they?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, they do, and so will ours.”

Chapter 21

Jackson

“You ready?” I ask her as she stamps her feet into her boots.

I like how flushed her cheeks are after I fucked her, and the mark on her neck makes me want to beat on my chest. My wolf likes it too.

Mine.

Ours.

“I think so.” She glances around the cabin that has been our home while we’ve been at the Sanctuary.

It feels weird to leave, but I’m also eager to reclaim our lives. I hold my hand out to her, and she smiles as she moves toward me.

I’m not sure what alerts me to the fact that something is wrong, but my wolf’s ears prick up at the same time as mine.

“What’s wrong?”

I try to listen, try to figure out what has caught my attention, and it only takes a moment before I hear the first panicked yells.

I open the pack link, immediately feeling my brothers’ anxiety.

What’s going on? I ask.

Hunters. Cade clips the word, which makes me think he’s already fighting.

Try to get to the house, Sawyer interjects. We can fight better there.

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