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To bring him back to me.
We'd gone through so much shit in the past that the idea of losing him was a no-go. I couldn't abandon him like the rest of the pack had. The ones who acknowledged that he was one of them but decided to move on to another alliance.
They assumed because of his nature and loyalty that Roberto was lenient with him and gave his simple blessing to be in the different pack, but they didn't know the trauma Onyx endured.
I'm sure Roberto expected it to kill him, but it was something he couldn't predict accurately and the disappointment of Onyx surviving the ordeal and filling one of the top Alpha spots in the Palo Santo pack always irritated him.
He didn't have full control of Onyx anymore, and he regrets it now that Onyx is one of the strongest wolf shifters in NYC.
Plus there was the fact that he molded the two of us into superior beings with invisible advantages people didn't grasp until it was far too late, resulting in one pack benefitting from the "nurturing" he’d inputted in Onyx’s growth and development.
I was just "useless" seeing as I wasn't a wolf and couldn't be a part of any pack, so I was a benefit to myself.
Stepping into the shower, I began to wash up and was thankful Onyx had some of my regular shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.
It'd been a while since I'd been to his place, simply because I was far more comfortable in my own environment. My insecurities didn't stop me from coming here from time to time, but I'd hidden some of my own weapons around his two-floor luxurious condo that gave him a good view of the city skyline.
Finishing up, I dried my hair with the blow dryer that I stationed in one of the cabinets before donning my attire and looking into the mirror.
My nipples peaked through the fabric but I shrugged, not giving a flying fuck if I taunted him with this body. He did say he was going to slap my ass for being bad, so he’d better lust over my hard nipples in this dress because I wasn't wearing a fucking bra.
The things about being a female I don't miss when I'm a man.
Dragging my feet once more, I worked down the damn stairs that made my aching legs feel like they were shattering with each downward step I took. I gritted my teeth and fought through the pain until I finally entered the kitchen.
When I reached the doorway of the kitchen, my tunnel vision solely locked upon Onyx, who was standing there in black boxers. He was pouring a cup of fresh coffee, which in this moment was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.
He paused to look over at me, noticing my stare that was specifically on the white mug that said WIFEY on it in cursive black lettering. The mug duo always made me roll my eyes because he got it for a discount, which was laughable because the man was rich as fuck and didn't need the discount.
I walked over to him with a mental mission to devour that cup of scorching hot coffee, and he lifted it up at the last second as he turned to face me. His eyes took in my appearance, pausing at my perky breasts while that judgmental brow raise made me smirk in defiance.
"Seems you're back to yourself," he announced.
"Roar," I said in a dull voice while looking at the cup of coffee with eyes of sadness.
My precious. You'll be in my grasp no matter what. Even if I have to spill blood for you.
Onyx sighed and lowered the cup, which made me grin happily as I lifted my hands up in offering. He knew this was one of those few instances when I'd gladly accept what he gave me. He was extra nice to me, placing the mug into my grasp before opening the fridge and getting out the vanilla creamer.
He knew I loved sweet coffee, and today wasn't one of those black coffee days. I needed the sweetness to give me some spark of joy through the pain I was trying to ignore.
He poured the perfect dose and grabbed a little spoon to mix it up while I held it like it was a chalice with the serum of life.
"Enjoy," he simply stated, and I devoured the wonderful liquid while almost burning my tongue and throat a few times.
The poor man watched me in disgust, which only made me smile when I’d finished the hot liquid and lifted up the empty mug. "More, please?"
"No."
"Mean," I pouted and let my shoulders sink enough to make him groan and take the mug away from me.
"After your meds."
"Ew."
His look of warning made me cross my arms over my chest. "Why is my body bruised up? Specifically, my thigh that hurts like hell," I began and turned my head to notice four people sitting at the table, casually watching me.
I blinked a few times before returning my gaze to Onyx, who was clearly waiting for my reaction. "Also, what are those four attractive jackasses doing here?"
