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“Well, sir, I wouldn’t think you would be disappointed if you were to abandon this journey in favor of the young lady. Your priorities have shifted in a way, and I am not sure that the mysteries of your parents are still the primary objective in your life.”
Cyrus groaned. He knew in his heart that staying with Mila and focusing on their future was the best choice for his life. This knowledge was just not the reality he wanted to accept. His burning desire to know the truth was a fire dying out in favor of his fated mate.
“Do you think I should just stay here with Mila and forget this whole thing?”
“I think it could be a good idea, sir.”
Mila was everything he could ever want. A life with her, filling the house with cubs and living the life he had longed for as a child, and even more after his parents’ passing. That could be enough; she would be enough.
For a flicker of a moment, he wondered if she would even have him. Sure, they were fated, but that didn’t mean she had to accept him. She didn’t need to stay with him.
She was still here under the pretense that she was being offered a job. Was that all she wanted? Could she possibly want to be with Cyrus the way that he wanted to be with her? She was about to have sex with him. Surely that was a sign.
His polar bear already saidmate, mine, wife… What would Mila say? Would she accept him as a lover, boyfriend, and mate? Would she think that their relationship was only professional and leave?
What would he do if she didn’t love him?
ELEVEN
MILA
Mila walked down the long marble staircase in the morning. She’d not bothered to get dressed because she was planning on grabbing something from the kitchen and scooting out quickly, not interested in speaking with Cyrus.
However, the smell of bacon crisping and pancakes fluffing twirled around her before her foot hit the first floor. Mila looked down at her silky purple nightgown and refused to cover herself. If Cyrus was waiting for her at the table, she would show him what he missed last night.
She shook her hair and squared her shoulders. She would walk into the room with confidence. As she padded her bare feet into the kitchen, shock stopped her in her tracks. “Oh.” Mila looked around at the sight before her. It wasn’t a cook or a house staff member who was cooking. It was Cyrus himself.
He licked his thumb as she entered, and Cyrus smiled at her, exposing a dimple on the left side of his mouth. “Good morning. I thought I’d try to make things up to you. I hope you like bacon and pancakes. I also cut up some fruit for a morning smoothie.”
Cyrus motioned to the pitcher on the counter. Next to the blue-ish, purple-ish liquid were empty cups. Mila did not let her shock and awe at the gorgeous man in front of her making breakfast sway her from the bottled-up desire aching between her legs, but it did soften her annoyance with him. Just a little.
Mila thought it was very kind of him to acknowledge that he abruptly ended their evening. It showed that he was self-aware and that he cared about her feelings.
She turned her back to him so he couldn’t see the smile blooming over her lips.
“What kind of smoothie?” Mila asked.
“Blueberry-banana with a little spinach thrown in for some vitamin A and vegetable power. I also threw a scoop of organic pea protein into it. It’s vanilla flavored.”
Mila poured herself a bit and stuck a straw into the smoothie. When she took a sip, the thick liquid was fresh and delightful. She could taste each part except the spinach. “Wow.” She turned to Cyrus. “This is amazing.”
Mila took another sip and walked toward Cyrus.
“I have to admit, when you saidbreakfast, I didn’t think this is what you had in mind.”
Cyrus shrugged. “I like cooking. It relaxes me. After last night, I had some pent-up energy.”
“Hmm … I wonder what that’s like?” Mila flashed flirty eyes at Cyrus, who pulled her in for a short kiss. Even before they brushed their lips together, Mila felt the heat between them.
Their lips touched like two rose petals gliding over each other. The smooth motion made Mila want to deepen the kiss. She was pleasantly surprised when Cyrus tightened his grip, his shifter strength showing as he flexed his hands to keep from hurting her as he moved her away from the stove. She opened her mouth to his as his hand ran up her spine and tangled in her hair to support the back of her head.
When they pulled away from one another, Cyrus placed his forehead onto hers. Their eyes connected. Mila’s breath stuttered. Her pulse raced, and she gave Cyrus a sweet smile. He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip.
Cyrus moved his cheek next to Mila’s. “That nightie makes you look damn sexy.” His teeth grazed the bottom of her earlobe and sent shockwaves thrumming through her body. She closed her eyes and leaned into it. Cyrus kissed her jawline, her neck, and her collarbone.
Mila pressed her body against his and felt his erection swelling under the thin fabric of his pajama pants. His hand went under the silk of her gown and cupped one cheek of her bare ass.
Cyrus pulled away and raised his eyebrows. “You’re not wearing any underwear?”
