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“Fajnie. Fine. I’ll make sure all of your belongings are moved there during the full moon. That way you won’t have to come back to the apartment again.”
I gasp. Can’t help it, either.
He just… he’s not even giving me the chance to salvage this relationship, is he? No chance to come back and see him, maybe talk to him. He’s just kicking my ass right out of the apartment.
A growl starts low in my throat. I’ve been trying to be good about this. Trying to take his feelings into account when, all along, he’s shown me that minedon’tif it goes against what he wants.
But whether he deserves to see the back of me or not, I’m not going to let him get the last word like that.
“You know, you told me once that if all we could be was friends, that you were fine with it. I believed you, Aleks.”
“I guess sometimes you can’t tell when someone is lying to you after all.”
Huh. Look at that.
He gets the last word after all.
* * *
Ryker is waitingfor me on his porch. As soon as I pull up outside of the townhouse, he jogs down the sidewalk, nostrils flaring when he catches the hint of Aleks’s scent on my skin.
I jut my chin, daring him to say anything. By tomorrow night, so long as we can pull this off, we’ll be fully bonded. I made my choice. As jealous a male as my intended is, I’m not going to let him begrudge me a goodbye pat to my friend. That’ll just start our mating out on a sore paw.
Because we’re doing this, one way or another. My bags are packed, I have everything I need, and I’m ready to do this. Even if we can’t figure out how to arrange the public part of a Luna Ceremony with only twenty-four hours’ notice, I still plan on bonding him to me during the full moon. I’ll deal with the fall-out of going against pack tradition later if I have to, but now that I’ve made up my mind, nothing’s going to stop me from finally making Ryker Wolfson mine.
What can I say? I’m determined like that.
He glances at the three oversized bags I’ve stuffed into the back of my Jeep. “I thought you were moving into the townhouse, not the cabin.”
“Ha, ha,” I say dryly. “Funny. If you think that’s all the stuff I have, you’re gonna be shocked when you see how much Aleks is going to move into your place while we’re gone.”
Ryker was just climbing into the passenger seat when he pauses, ass inches away from the leather. “What was that?”
I shake my head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it. Now come on. Let’s go.”
He plops down, but if I thought he’d drop it because I told him to, I was sorely mistaken. “No. Really. What happened? I know we talked about you moving into the townhouse, but Filan’s gonna bring your stuff over? Shit, sweetheart. Did he kick you out?”
Not specifically.
“No. I told him that we were heading to Accalia to complete our bonding tomorrow and that, when I’m back, you wanted me to come stay at the townhouse. He offered to help me move.”
“Then what—”
I’ve told him enough. As my partner, I grudgingly accept that I can’t cut him off. I can’t just refuse to communicate with him. But, the way I see it, I gave him the Cliff’s Notes version of what wen down with me and Aleks. I did my mate-ly duty.
“It is what it is.” I pull away from the curb. “But I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
“Gemma—”
“Nope, nope, nope. Not tonight.” My tone turns sing-songy. It’s either that or I snap at him, and even if he’s being pushy, he doesn’t deserve that. “Drop it, you better drop it.”
He sneaks a peek at me, a crooked grin making him so undeniably irresistible.
He doesn’t have to say anything. That grin does all the talking for him. Sure, his wolf got the better of him when he scented Aleks on me, but if there’s one thing that’s clear, it’s that for the countless time I chose him. I’ve packed up enough stuff to stay in Accalia for the next week or so as we planned, I’m promising myself to him tomorrow night beneath the full moon, and I’m making my own den with him in Muncie as soon as our honeymoon is over.
He won. I won, too, since I get to spend the rest of my life with Ryker Wolfson. A devoted, sexy, determined alpha who drives me crazy, but who I love more than anything else.
Still, I can’t let him think that, just because I adore him, he’ll get away with being that damn smug. If his grin can get his message across, so can my finger.
