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“Because I canfeelyour guilt from across the house. And you need to stop it.”
He places his mug down and sighs, running a hand through his hair. He’s dressed in a simple dark V-neck shirt and jeans instead of his usual suit and tie, and he looks mouthwatering.
My inner Omega is alert and aroused.
But this isn’t about her.
“I’m the reason he took you,” he says. “And the reason you havethis.”
He reaches out his hand to caress my cheek gently, his fingers tracing along my scar.
“What?” I ask, turning away from him. “That’s ridiculous. You didn’t run me off the road. You didn’t crash my car.”
“I pushed you too hard,” he murmurs, a shadow crossing his features. “I shouldn’t have pressured you. It made you run.”
I scowl. “You can’t blame yourself for that.”
“Ican,” he snarls. “We all wanted you as our mate. ButIwas the one that brought it up to you.Iled the conversation that ended with you running.”
I shake my head. “Of course, you would lead it,” I insist. “You’re their older brother. But, honestly, Grey? I make my own decisions. Whatever happened that night,Ichose to leave,” I say. “Whether it was to clear my head, or to get away for a few days, I don’t know. But you’re not responsible for my actions. None of you are.”
I can tell he doesn’t like that answer. His rich, dark scent sours, but I hold my ground.
“Whoever I am—Harper, Evelynn, yourOmega—I make my own decisions.”
He shakes his head. “If you say so.”
I want to slap the bitter expression off his face. “Grey. I need you to listen to me.”
He nods.
I take a deep breath and find my confidence.
“Ask me again,” I murmur, my heart pounding in my chest.
Excitement courses through my veins, and I wait with bated breath for his response.
There’s a moment of silence as understanding dawns on his features.
“What do you mean?” he says slowly.
Alpha!
“Ask me again. What you asked me two years ago.”
His fingers drum on the table as he exhales.
Nervous.He’s nervous.
“Are you sure?” he whispers. He’s never looked more vulnerable, and it tears at my heart.
“Yes.”
I need him to know I’m ready and how much I want this.
But he needs to get it through his thick skull, and not let the guilt eat him alive.
“May I…can we…” he clears his throat as he struggles to form words.
