Her breath catches. My chest tightens in answer.
For one vulnerable fucking second, neither of us moves.
Then she cups my cheeks and pulls me back for another kiss.
No questions.
No fear.
Just acceptance.
Fuck me.
My Honey Girl feels it too.
“Fuck, Gabby, I need you,” I growl, and she nods. Frantic hunger rising once more.
“I know.”
Those two little words nearly wreck me.
Because she does. She knows what I am now.
Not just the Wolf. Not just the True Alpha. Not just the asshole everyone calls Havoc.
She’s seen Rowan.
She knows the worst fucking parts of me are there. And she still asked me to stay.
Still asked me to knot her.
Still chose me to be part of Matteo’s life.
Still chose me as the male she might make another child with.
My child.
Our child.
Monster surges at the thought, but I hold his ass back long enough to search her face again.
I need to be certain. Even now.
Especially now.
“Honey Girl.”
Her hands remain against my face.
“I know what I asked for, Rowan.”
Fuck.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
No hesitation. Her amber eyes hold mine.