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“Your heart is beating so fast. Are you afraid of me?” he murmurs.

“No, not afraid of you.” I’m scared of the lack of control I have around him, at the arousal that leads me to draw my lower lip into my mouth.

The small growl that comes from him tells me I’m playing a dangerous game. He moves closer, and I don’t draw away.

I lean forward with closed eyes until our lips press together. I can’t think for those few seconds when the world seems to hold us prisoner in this perfect moment. In a moment where I’m kissing the shifter under Dušan’s command…the Alpha who marked me as his last night.

He parts his mouth, and I do the same, our tongues mingling. Sparks flutter down my spine, and fire melts between my thighs, coating my underwear in seconds. He isn’t pulling back, and I’m not stopping. I don’t want to end this, so I place my hands on his biceps as he wraps me in his arms. I press my breasts against his chest, my nipples rubbing over his muscular pecs.

I love the groaning sounds he makes.

Our breaths are racing, his kiss deep and dominating as he explores my mouth with his tongue—licking me, owning me.

He breaks away first, and I open my eyes to find doubt in his eyes. A chill settles in my bones.

“Even if I can’t stop thinking of you, we shouldn’t do this.” The ache in his steel-gray eyes tightens my throat, and embarrassment crashes into me. It shouldn’t, but an uncomfortable burning climbs over me.

“Why?” I ask.

“Because we’ll both get hurt. I should never have kissed you.” He looks away and turns abruptly toward the table. “We better eat before the wind carries away our meal.”

I move toward the round table that’s bolted to the stone ground, including the chairs. The metal is cold against the back of my legs when I sit down. The ache in my chest deepens, and I turn my attention to the food. There’s a plate filled with cooked strips of meat, jam pastries, and even a round loaf of sliced bread with dripping butter.

“Lucien, we didn’t do anything wrong.” I surprise myself to find that I’m reaching out to him when I should be pushing these wolves away. My head hurts with confusion, with a need I can’t comprehend.

“It doesn’t matter,” he says. “Eat up.”

Did I hear him right? “Of course it matters.”

He reaches over and fills his plate before eating.

“What do you mean?” I ask as he closes his eyes and makes a rumbling sound in his chest. When he looks at me again, there is sorrow in his eyes.

I don’t know what to say. I’m getting myself in too deep, letting emotions carry me away. Lately, I’ve struggled to make sense of my body’s reaction. My wolf may respond to these Alphas and yearn for them, but is she really that trustworthy? She’s a beast inside me, refusing to emerge, and she could be the death of me.

Am I being foolish believing that what I’m feeling is anything but animalistic attraction?

We eat breakfast with small talk after that. He isn’t opening up about why he pulled away, and maybe it’s none of my business, maybe he is doing me a favor. Because clearly I can’t seem to control my instincts around the three Alphas I’ve met in this pack. I’ve kissed all three and my wolf insists she wants them all.

Something must definitely be broken inside of me.

Once we finish, he walks me to Dušan’s bedroom.

“Meira,” he says from the doorway. “I think it’s better this way.”

Then he closes the door and leaves. And I’m left utterly confused and hurt.

Dušan

Night drapes the heavens, and I’m marching back to my bedroom after the longest day. Fire simmers in my veins. I finally got a hold of Mad, who insisted he and Caspian were simply being hospitable and planned to return soon. He gave me nothing and hid everything that was really going on. I can discern it in his eyes, in his voice. The idiot even tried to joke about Ander losing grip of his pack, all over an Omega he hadn’t yet claimed.

What Ander did with his pack isn’t our business, and Mad needs to check the mess in his own backyard before throwing stones.

When he returns, I’ll make him tell me everything—or he’s out. Bardhyl is right…Unless Mad pulls his shit together, he needs to go. As my Second, I need someone whom I can trust, and right now, I suspect he’s doing something really stupid that’s going to come back on me.

My footsteps strike the stone, reverberating in the hall. Stopping in front of my bedroom door, I draw in a sharp inhale to calm down. I don’t want to scare Meira. All day, she’s been on my mind, her scent in my nostrils, her taste on my tongue. Tonight, I will bring out her wolf—our energies will merge. Knowing the danger she poses to herself and the pack means I need to do this tonight. Last night, her wolf was ready to come out, eager for escape. And I’m about to give it a big nudge.

I unlock the door with the key in my pocket and walk inside.

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