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I can’t get the words out. My eyelids flutter closed, and he holds me close.
I drift off with his cock still buried deep, hoping in the back of my thoughts that I’ll wake back up and nothing will have changed.
Chapter Fifteen
Adrian
Thistime,Rachel’sexhaustionseems normal. She passes out under me, and I take my sweet time moving away. I climb over to her side and wrap my arm around her, keeping her close. I feel incredibly possessive of every inch of her warm body.
If I never let her go, she can’t go out and get into any trouble.
It’s not a practical thought, but I’ll hold onto it for a while.
Her hair has gotten a few inches longer since she’s been living with us, and she’s shown no desire to have it cut. It suits her, but it I don’t think I’d care if she completely changed it, though I’ve admitted I prefer it when there’s no color added, when it’s just her natural shade. In hindsight, that’s probably why she shifted before she showered earlier.
She always thinks of the little things, the details that show how much she cares.
Things like dying her hair for Carter, making wards and charms for Silas, and letting me take control in bed when it doesn’t come naturally for her to let someone else take charge.
She loves us, and she loves doing those things to make us happy.
I love her, and that’s why I don’t want to have the final word when it comes to something that’s important to her. It’s why I know I can’t enforce an order if she needs to go help a friend.
If she didn’t feel so strongly about doing those things, she wouldn’t be the woman I love.
I need to let her go whenever it’s right for her.
Alphas need to bend the rules when they have a mate who’s a leader. Rachel might not be an Alpha, but she’s the equivalent of a Luna in witch terms. She leads a coven. She makes decisions that affect the witches in that coven, her closest friends outside of the pack. I can’t hamper her ability to do that just because I want to keep her safe from harm.
Holding on too tightly is the wrong way to go.
I know that, even if sometimes I don’t want to admit it.
My mate is sleeping soundly, and she should rest.
I should get up and check that Carter and Silas are okay. From what Carter quickly explained before he dashed back out the door, Silas was upset, and he had to go after him. It didn’t sound like Silas at all, but he’s been talking to spirits again after a long break and we all know it hasn’t been easy for him.
I get up slowly, moving away from Rachel and making sure she stays warm and comfortable in the middle of the bed when I leave. She looks peaceful and happy curled up on her side.
Grabbing my shirt and jeans off the floor, I step out of the room.
I close the door quietly and hold the shirt in my mouth while I step into the jeans.
My senses don’t detect either of my pack brothers nearby, but I make Carter’s bedroom my first stop after I’m dressed anyway. His door is ajar, and I see the room is empty when I push it inward.
His bed is a mess of crumpled sheets, a vampire romance book lying open, pages down on the mattress next to what looks like a pair of Rachel’s panties.
I shake my head as I close the door.
Crossing the hall, I check inside Silas’ room. His bed is made, and his shades are still open from this morning, or yesterday morning, I guess as I take in the time on his alarm clock. It’s four A.M. I didn’t think it was that late, or early. Whatever.
I step back into the hallway, closing his door.
They’re not back. Where the hell are they?
I head downstairs and run a security check. The front door is locked and bolted. The windows are closed in the living room and the study. The laundry room window is closed, and the kitchen looks secure, except for the fact that the backdoor isn’t all the way shut.
“Damn it,” I curse as I dart across the room to check it.
