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A big, irreversible mistake.

My bedroom door flew open.

King snarled instinctually, and a king-sized pillow (ironically) hit me in the face as he used it to cover my body.

Mallory was in the doorway, her oversized sleep t-shirt hanging off one shoulder as she looked straight at me. "Do we need to kill him?"

The enormous vampire in front of me may as well have been nonexistent to her at the moment.

"It was an accident," I finally said, my voice uneven. "My fault. Not his."

Mallory finally looked at King, whose chest was rumbling continuously with a threatening growl.

"Fuck," she finally said. Then dragged a hand over the top of her hair. "You're late for physical therapy, on top of… this."

I remembered the alarm I'd turned off.

And groaned, inwardly.

King grabbed his phone off the bed next to me, and swore again when he saw the time. His chest was still rumbling unhappily.

"I turned the alarm off," I admitted.

Both of them gave me accusatory looks.

"You only get two shoulders, Carmen," Mallory pointed out.

"Fuck up your shoulder, and they'll boot you from the team," King growled. "We need to leave."

"I'll heal just fine. Given the situation, skipping seems reasonable," I said.

He gave me an unamused look. "Not an option. We're not risking it. The first day after an injury is the most important for wolves."

My chest squeezed with his words.

We.

Like we were a team. Not just part of the same hockey team, but the two of us. Together. Separate from everything else.

Considering the bond that now stretched between us, maybe we were.

That was more than a little terrifying.

CHAPTER SIX

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Carmen didn't say a word while she pulled on a pair of tight shorts. It wasn't easy for her. She tried to smack my hand away when I stepped in to help, but I wasn't about to let her injure herself further.

She didn't fight me about helping with the sports bra. Those things were too damn tight. Even with two functioning shoulders, I struggled to wrestle it over her perfect tits.

Inwardly, I was trying to figure out how the fuck to approach our situation.

I'd spent years trying to win the woman over. To prevent her from accidentally claiming me before she was ready, too. Not for my sake, but for hers.

That had all sailed out the fucking window.

Spending the night with her hands on my wings and my face on her tits had made me way too comfortable.