Selene grows quiet, processing this concept.
“We’re going to figure this out,” I say firmly. “And we’re going to stop it.”
She nods slowly, but I can see the fear still lingering in her eyes.
“From now on, you’re staying in my quarters,” I say.
She opens her mouth—probably to protest—but I cut her off.
“Lucian is trying to protect his mate.” I grip her shoulders gently. “But I need to protect you, Selene.”
She goes completely still, her eyes focused on mine.
“That’s my job now,” I say quietly. “Let me do it.” I press the glass into her hands. “Drink.”
She takes a small sip, then another, her movements automatic. Then, a question comes out, barely above a whisper. “Why are you doing all this?”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“This.” She gestures vaguely between us. “Taking care of me. The flowers. The pastries. Everything.” Her voice drops even lower. “I know it’s just the bond forcing you to feel this way.”
I set my jaw, frustration building. We’ve been through this before, and she still doesn’t believe me.
“Maybe that’s the case,” I say slowly, watching her face. “But we’re bound for life, Selene. And unlike you”—I move closer to her—“I don’t hate the idea.”
She’s quiet for a long moment, a vulnerable look crossing her features. “But you were always so focused on avoiding me.”
“I was.” I run a hand through my damp hair. “I’ve always hated the idea of being tied down. Always thought my freedom mattered more than anything else.” I pause, choosing my words carefully. “The women in my family are loud, brash, outspoken. Warriors and politicians and forces of nature. I always assumed my mate would be like that, too.”
“And I’m not.” Her voice is flat.
“No.” I lean closer, cupping her jaw. “You’re soft-spoken and gentle. When I realized you were meant to be my mate, I was sure it was a mistake. That the fates got it wrong somehow.”
Pain flashes across her face, and I curse internally.
“But then, I had you,” I continue quickly, my thumb brushing her cheekbone. “And I realized you’re exactly the kind of mate I want. I just hadn’t figure that out yet.” The words come easier now, more honestly. “I like that you are soft-spoken but won’t let me walk all over you. I like how gentle you are, how kind. I like being around you, Selene. Even when you’re furious with me.”
Her eyes widen slightly; she is clearly surprised.
“I was being foolish,” I say. “I never bothered to get to know you. Never gave you a chance. I hurt you over and over because of my own stupidity.” My voice drops. “I’m asking you to giveme a second chance.”
She’s quiet, her gaze dropping to her hands.
“Seth—”
“I know it bothers you. My past. All the women—”
“I don’t care about that,” she cuts me off, her voice stronger now. “I just don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t want me.”
The words land heavy between us. I’ve heard them before, but they still cut deep.
“Everyone in my life has made me feel like I wasn’t enough,” she continues, tears gathering in her eyes. “My family. My pack. And then you—you confirmed every fear I had about myself.” Her voice cracks. “Why would I want to be stuck with someone who sees me as a burden?”
“But I don’t.” I grip her shoulders, desperate for her to understand. “I want you. I’m trying to learn about you, to get to know you.” I sigh. “I’m asking you to get to know me, too. I’m not that bad once you give me a chance.”
She stares at me, tears tracking down her face, and I can see the conflict happening behind her eyes. Fear fighting hope. Past pain battling present possibility.
“I don’t know,” she whispers finally.
