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Better stories in books than in life, I reminded myself. Happier endings too.
It was a shame she was walking ahead of me. So few people ever saw me smile.
Don't be sick. Don't be sick. Don't be sick, I chanted to my rioting stomach. Oh, to be sick on Mr. Evans was a blessing, but on the alpha? I would sooner throw myself off the cliffs.
The betas had grown far too bold in the past fifty years. Mairwen was also too bold, but I suspected that had more to do with her nature than a lack of respect or fear for me. And sure enough, she blanched and shrank back slightly as the words left her lips.
I simply…liked the little I knew of Mairwen. I wanted to know more. And the thought of uncovering her softness, of taking her into my nest and pressing that secretive form against mine for the rut…
"Show her the library," I said to Bea, finally unwrapping my arm from Mairwen's shoulders. Her breath hitched, and her scent wisped into the air again, gnawing down into my stomach and lower. Books were part of the equation then. Noted.
Niall stared at me for a moment, blinking, and his lips parted. "Ronson. You like her." I huffed. "I know that." "Oh. I didn't."
more titles to prove the sweet and strangely vulnerable fact that this young woman had spent the evening researching how to be…mine.
I would make her weak, destroy her with these touches, and I would cherish her in the wreckage.
"Mairwen. Is this not your fist in my chest? You clasped it around my heart, and you now demand every beat it issues."
