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The same scent I’d smelled six years ago, that had haunted me ever since.
“I just want to get to know her better,” I said. Liar liar liar my alpha chanted, but it wasn’t like I could say Olive is mine even though she doesn’t know it yet and I’m going to bite her and fuck her and take care of her forever.
“I know you don’t need a knight to rescue you, but just let me pretend. It will make me feel a lot better to know you got home safely.” That sounded good, right? Because what I actually wanted to say was, how about I follow you around at all times and implant a tracker under your skin just in case we ever get separated?
I could picture her leaping into the ocean and turning into a mermaid if she got overwhelmed. And I’d fucking follow her. Even if it meant drowning.
His scent was all pine and bonfire, earthy and masculine like the alpha himself. I’d had to stop myself from climbing into his big lap and running my hand through the strands of blond hair escaping his bun. He’d made me feel instantly safe.
“Like is an understatement, little siren. I would wreck my boat at sea just to get close to you.”
“I used to think grief was the worst thing in the world. And it is, at least in the beginning. But now, five years out, I’ve befriended my grief. It connects me to the two people I loved most in the world.
Grief is the price we pay for love, and at some point along the way, it started feeling beautiful instead of ugly, like there’s something sacred in the midst of the agonizing pain.”
“I would never be that diabolical.” “Sure, sunshine. Whatever you say.”
