Chapter 65
Xander
Lanie was starting to worry me.
Ever since her mother had come by earlier that day, she’d been acting distant and quiet.
No fiery comebacks or complaints about being held prisoner in the mansion.
Very un-Lanie-like.
She’d wandered into my office a few minutes earlier and just plopped down in an armchair, looking out
the window with an unfocused gaze.
I caught Zane’s eye, and he shrugged.
If I asked him what was up with her, she’d overhear, but her silence was starting to grate on me.
I walked up behind her and cleared my throat, waiting for her to turn around and finally speak to me.
“What is this, the silent treatment?” I asked, but she still didn’t move.
She didn’t even glance at me.
I started pacing behind her, growing more impatient by the second.
Zane was watching me with a concerned expression

He could feel my irritation radiating off of me.
“Lanie!” I growled, my voice echoing around the high-ceilinged room.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
I grabbed her shoulder, and she spun around, blinking hard like she’d only just noticed me.
Her eyes were shining with tears.
“Come on, man.” Zane walked up and slapped my chest. “Look what you did to her.”
“Me?” I rounded on him. “I didn’t do a f ucking thing!”
“You yelled at her! There are better ways to ask what’s wrong.”
“Oh, yeah?” I challenged. “I didn’t see you trying very f ucking hard.”
And then I shoved him.
Lanie
Zane snarled and pushed Xander back.
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“Don’t f ucking touch me, Xander!” Zane growled.
Xander laughed sarcastically. “I’ll do whatever the f uck I want! I’m the Alpha.”
A small smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.
There was something endearing about the way they fought, the passion they spoke with, especially when
they were bickering about me.
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Warmth seemed to blossom from way down in my soul, radiating out through my whole body
watched them, and I suddenly had the crazy thought that I might die if I never heard them fight like this again.
But how stu pid was that?
They weren’t even looking at me for goddess’ sake.
What did it mean that the idea of losing my memories, of losing little moments like this, absolutely
crushed me?
Was this…love?
It had been only a week since we were mated, but in those short days, I’d felt a small seed of something growing deep inside of me, blossoming more and more every time I saw them or touched them or missed
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