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The knife she stabbed me with the night she killed my father twists in my chest, delivering fresh pain. Especially when I catch the scent of her tears.
Trapped in her blue gaze, I find myself offering the only explanation I have. “I can’t.”
A tear tracks down her face, and she nods, squeezing my hand at her elbow before walking away.
I don’t move until she’s in the elevator, and it’s moving down, and then I round on Madison.
“Who do you work for?” I demand.
She stands for the dressing down, appropriately deferential, which does nothing to stop my tirade. “You, sir.”
I nod. “Do you make appointments for me you know I don’t want to take?”
“No, sir.”
Confounded at how she could do this to me, I drop the boss-assistant thing. “You know how I feel about her. Why would you blindside me like that?”
Madison pulls in a sharp breath, and a tear streaks down her face.
Fuck. It’s even worse than seeing my mom cry. Way worse. All the anger and aggression drops from my body.
And now I know for certain what she is to me. My mate. The scent of a mate’s tears has the ability to instantly lower a male’s testosterone levels. It’s nature’s safety mechanism to prevent violence in a shifter’s home. Alpha wolves are aggressive, jealous and protective, but one whiff of their mate’s tears, and they’re brought to their knees.
I shove my hands in my pockets, the need to soothe her becomes more important than anything else.
Now that I can think, I try to decode her actions. Madison has never acted against me before. She’s loyal, and she protects me and my time. What would make her screw me like this?
“Did she force you?”
Madi shakes her head.
I study her. Her posture is stiffened, prepared for my rebuke, but her expression is resolute. No, Madison thinks through every action she takes. She did this on purpose, knowing I would be this angry which means… I arrive at the answer. “You thought this was the best for me.”
She nods, sniffing.
I close my eyes in exasperation then open them again. “Madi, you had no right. You don't know what she did.”
“You're right.” She blinks rapidly to clear her eyes. “All I know is that you're hurting as a result of your relationship with her, and she's trying very hard to fix it.” Another tear streaks down her face. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let her in here. I won't do it again.”
I cup the back of her head. Her tears are killing me. “Please don't cry.”
“Am I fired?”
My chest constricts. The very idea of her not being in this office with me makes my wolf want to tear the building down. I force lightness into my voice. “You're unfireable, remember?”
She gives a watery laugh.
“I'm sorry I yelled at you.”
“No, you don't owe me an apology. I deserved it.”
“No one deserves my temper, especially not you.” I kiss her temple and thumb away the moisture under her eye. Tipping my head toward my office, I offer a small smile. “Make it up to me?”
I sense her relief that I turned it back to sex–the only place where we’re fully honest and unguarded with each other. She pushes off her desk, and I take her hand to lead her inside. I lock the door, and when I turn, she reaches for my belt, unlooping it from the buckle.
I watch, fascinated, as always, when she takes charge. I like when she gives to me. There are very few people in my life I trust enough to show up for me, and she’s quickly becoming one of them.
She unbuttons my pants and lowers to her knees. I groan when she releases my shaft and takes it into her mouth.
