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“Valen, it’s impossible to think with you doing that,” I tell him as his hands bunch up the shirt I’m wearing at my hip.
“Then don't think—just agree. You have no excuses now, Everly.”
“I can think of plenty,” I breathe out as he nips at my jaw, making me groan and shudder beneath him.
“Are they all to do with the rogues and you thinking I am going to ruin you?” he murmurs before kissing down my neck. I nod, my eyes closing, loving the feel of his lips on my skin. I fight to keep clear my thoughts that are suddenly becoming more hazy.
“Then let me prove it. Tomorrow, I’ll drop the borders and open the schools and my pack to the rogues.”
“You could just be saying that to get in my pants,” I tell him as his hand travels down my hip to my thigh. He laughs softly.
“Well, that would be an added bonus, but you’re not wearing any panties, so I don't need to try and get into them.”
My eyes fly open at his words. “I thought it would be a bit odd borrowing those when I’m already wearing your shirt,” I tell him.
“What's mine is yours,” he says while tugging my shirt up higher.
“And what's mine will be yours if you mark me,” I tell him, a little bitterly. He pulls his face away from my neck and stares down at me.
“You're worried I’ll take everything from you, right?”
I nod and sigh.
“What if I make it, so I can't?” he asks.
“What do you mean?”
“What if I hand my pack over to you?”
“What?”
“I’ll stand down—make you Alpha. I’ll give you my pack,” he says, like it makes perfect sense.
“Valen, I can't ask you to do that! And then what? You become my Luna?”
He seems to think. “Now, that would be a first,” he mumbles.
“I'm being serious, Valen,” I say.
“So am I, Everly. I mean it; I just want you. Fuck what the other packs think. I’ll stand down as Alpha, and… I don't know… just be your mate.”
“No, I am not taking your place, and no, I don't want to be an Alpha—Luna maybe—but no, I have the rogues to worry about; I don't want to have to worry about pack issues on top of that. And technically, you would still be Alpha. You can't just stop being an Alpha,” I tell him.
He sighs because he knows I’m right, unless I make him rogue or forsaken after giving me his title.
“Yeah, you're right because I have to mark you anyway, so you don't die on me,” he says with a huff. “What about a prenup, then?”
“Still holds no legal accountability when you're an Alpha.”
“Then I don't know, Everly. What do you want me to do because you don't trust me not to take everything from you.”
I chew my lip, trying to think.
“I won't take anything from you. You keep saying I’ll toss you away or make you give up helping the rogues; I won't. They’re your village, Valarian's village, and his family. So if you don't trust me not to hurt you, trust I won't hurt our son.”
“You won't hurt our son,” I murmur to myself because I know he wouldn't; I know that for certain. I can feel how much he loves Valarian—loves me. He could hurt me out of spite, but he wouldn't hurt Valarian.
“Of course not. I may be a shitty mate—well, not shitty, but you know what I mean—but I am a good father, Everly. I would never hurt our son.”
