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“Are you almost done?” Flint asked. “Because this breakfast scramble is to die for.”

Freya poked her head out of the shower and her nostrils flared as she caught the scent. The bowl in Flint’s hands contained chunks of sausage, scrambled eggs, beans, peppers, and cheese. He raised a gooey bite on a spoon, and strands of cheese snapped off.

Freya obediently opened her mouth like a little bird, and her eyes rolled back the moment Flint delivered the food to her mouth. She moaned, torturing me again. Her heat was over, but my desire for her hadn’t abated even a little.

But I sensed I still needed to prove myself to her. She still didn’t trust me, which meant I didn’t know where I stood with her. This morning might have been our last time together.

Flint intended to court her, and he was doing a good job already. For wolf shifters, providing food for one’s mate signified true commitment. I needed to prove myself to her, and I wouldn’t be able to do that in a day. If I could do it at all.

I backed off, dipping into the spray of water to rinse myself off as though the water could protect me from the comingheartbreak. Flint helped Freya out of the shower and toweled her off, pausing every few seconds to feed her another bite.

Freya deserved to be pampered. And Flint was a natural at it in a way I’d never be.

My mood spiraled as I imagined years of watching Flint spoil Freya, of seeing his bite mark on her neck, of Freya choosing him alone for all her future heats…

“Do I have clothes somewhere?” Freya asked.

“Right outside the door, moonbeam,” Flint said, but he hung back as she left the bathroom.

He turned to me, fixing me with a stern look.

“What?” I asked.

“You need to get out of your own way, bonehead.”

I grumbled as I toweled off, not caring in the slightest that Flint and I were alone in the bathroom together. We were packmates, and we saw each other naked all the time. Something I would have to get used to with Freya, once her wolf arrived.

“She needs all of us,” Flint growled. “Don’t fuck this up again.”

“Flint, you’ve already started courting her…”

“And you have, too.” He gestured to the shower.

I sighed, knowing he was right. When I’d washed her hair, that hadn’t been something packmates did for one another. It was something mates did. But Flint wasn’t pissed about that.

“Don’t count yourself out. Her wolf will choose us all.”

“I guess we’ll see,” I said.

We all hoped Hugo was right and that her wolf would arrive late. Because if he was wrong, Freya would be crushed.

No matter what happened, I wanted to be there for her. I would never stop protecting her… as her packmate. But Flint was right — I shouldn’t count myself out. Otherwise I might as well give up now. No one wanted to mate with a mopey, insecure mess. I just needed to be patient.

“She still doesn’t trust me,” I admitted.

“You have to earn it. Come on,” Flint opened the bathroom door, inviting me to join him and Freya.

No, not inviting. Insisting. He glared at me until I got moving.

“Be right there. I told Freya that I go where she goes,” I said, watching his expression.

His eyes softened, and he gave me a nod of approval. “I think you’re finally getting it. She wants you just as much as she wants me and Gage.”

Maybe so. It might be too late — I might have ruined things. But that was up to her to decide. All I could do was give her reasons to choose me.

Chapter 24

Freya

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