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Fuck me.
“Okay, hit me.”
“Axel’s wolf is riding him hard. He needs to talk to his girl to make sure they’re on the same page, but some of us think it’s too soon. That he might seem desperate. What’s the female take on it?”
Charly scoffed audibly. “Seriously? They were locked up in his old house having sex for an entireweek, and he’s worried about seeming desperate? There are a million other things he should be worried about when it comes to her.”
In that instant, my wolf tried to rip control from me and force a shift.
I clenched my jaw and hit the bag again, as hard as I fucking could.
“We’re going to need an explanation, Mouse.” Ryder’s voice wasn’t any angrier, despite my own fury.
“Well, you’re not going to get one. Axel can figure that shit out himself.”
“What has she told you?” I practically snarled at the phone. “What does she need?”
“If you really wanted to know, you’d ask her,” Charly shot back. “Morgan is a hell of a lot stronger than she looks. She’ll survive without you. The question you should be asking yourself right now is, do you want her to?”
There was a moment of tense, heavy silence.
“I’m going to go, Ry. You’re coming home in time for dinner, right? I told June we’d be there.”
“Of course.” He clicked the button, taking her off speaker and lifting the phone to his ear. “I’ll see you soon. Love you, Kelley.”
His lips curved upward, just the tiniest bit, and then he nodded. “I will.”
Hanging up the phone, he dropped it on his lap and looked at me, but didn’t say anything.
I glowered at him. “What did she tell you?”
He lifted a shoulder. “My woman wants another tattoo. I’m supposed to ask for her.”
I scoffed. “Liar.”
His eyes flashed. “If you have questions for your mate, she’s the one you should be asking. I’m not going to support you staying away from a perfectly nice woman. If she treated you poorly, I’d help you get the fuck away. She hasn’t, so I’m done.”
He stood up, striding toward the place he always parked his damn truck.
I turned back to the sandbag, throwing a few more punches at it.
“You could text her or call her,” Finn offered. “You got her a phone, didn’t you?”
I had.
And that actually wasn’t a terrible idea.
“I’ll think about it,” I grunted, focusing on the bag.
I’d think about all of it—probably way too fucking much.
An hour later,the sun had gone down and I’d decided that a text would be the easiest way to chill my wolf out.
He’d see that I was messaging her, and understand that I was making an effort.
Alone in my tent, sprawled out over my mattress pad, I typed out a quick message. The blankets I’d taken from her apartment were thin and scratchy where they met my skin, but her scent coming off them was fucking incredible. It calmed my wolf, too.
Axel
