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“I love you, Sylvie. So much.”
She looked…shocked. “Really?”
I let out a shaky laugh. “Yes, really. Did you think the others did, but I didn’t?”
Her eyes went down, and I felt her stiffen. It put me on alert.
“The others haven’t said anything.”
Goddamned motherfucking shit for brains. None of them had said those three little words? What the actual fuck?
They needed to come fix this, all of them. Now. I caressed her neck as calmly as I could manage and then let go.
“I need to send a quick text. Hold on,” I muttered, pulling up our pack group text on my phone.
Get your asses over to Sylvie’s place
Will: On my way. What’s wrong?
Just told her I loved her and she said none of you had said the same
No response to that.
The doctor said she can go back to work. It’s now or never. Are you ready to do this or not?
They needed to alpha up.
Jonah: I’m ready. She’s ours.
Luke: Coming
Will: We’ll lay it all out
Why the fuck hadn’t they laid it all out before now? But I knew why. Everyone was worried about too much, too soon.
Not anymore.
22
SYLVIE
Toby said he loved me.
I was distantly aware of him texting furiously and cursing under his breath next to me, but mainly I was stuck on that word.
Love.
“The guys are meeting us at your place.” He set the phone in his console and reached over to put his hand on my knee, gripping firmly, reassuring, before he started the car.
Something big was coming. He was tense and a bit angry, but it wasn’t at me. I probably should’ve been going crazy trying to anticipate whatever revelations were forthcoming, but instead I was hearing him say “I love you” on repeat in my head.
As he drove, I settled into his car that smelled like him, like warm lemon-ginger tea. The significance of it hit home. Scent had nothing to do with it for him. The others all had some kind of reaction to my scent, at least during my heat. My pheromones called to theirs, influencing their attraction to me.
But Toby just…loved me. For me.
I looked over at his profile. His strong jaw, those sexy glasses, the longish hair that always seemed to fall over his face. As I gazed at his stern expression, memories swam before me. Of his devilish blue eyes when he was tying my wrists, taking control. My pulse quickened.
And when he’d picked me up like I was precious and put me on the exam table? Telling me I was his? Holy shit. It was more than lust, although there was plenty of that. He’d made me feel special. He had made me feel loved.
