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I glance away from Lucas, unable to hold his intense gaze. My heart sinks like a stone, the weight of the secrets I’ve kept pressing down on me.”

It isn’t even like I’ve been keeping them on purpose, but I feel like a she–wolf caught cheating on her mate.

And yet no matter how innocent it was at the time–no matter what state our mate connection was in–these are the types of secrets that can bury our relationship before it ever starts. Honesty is the best policy. Better to get it all out in the open, even if he rejects me again.

Even if he formally rejects me.

Last time, the rejection was implied; this time…

I shudder at the thought and take a deep, steadying breath, trying to psych myself up.

I have to talk about my stay with the Aspen pack. About Clayton. I’ll have to explain about my heat, too.

As soon as I gather an ounce of courage, Lucas‘ phone rings again. I gróan audibly, the sound ripping from my throat before I can stop it. “Are you serious?” It’s the

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middle of the night! Who the hell calls someone in the middle of the night?!

Lucas‘ brows furrow in apology, clearly thinking I’m upset that he’s taking calls during our conversation. “I’m sorry, it will only be a moment.”

“No, no,” I rush to assure him, waving a hand. “That’s not it at all. I’m just…” I trail off, unsure of how to explain.

He leans forward to kiss my forehead. Apparently this is something he’s going to do often.

I don’t mind it, but it doesn’t quite feel like we’re at that point yet.

I really need to talk to him.

“I’m sorry, Ava. This is another alpha. I’ll be right back.”

“Go, go.” I wave him off. It isn’t like I don’t understand the weight of such a call.

But then he utters words that make my blood run cold. “Hey, Clayton, is everything okay?”

I’m frozen.

frozen glacier of wolfless shifter, stuck on

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back of my fated mate as he walks out the door, talking on the phone

My what?

My lover?

not my lover. We had sex, yes.

and I might be pregnant.

don’t think I am. Because wouldn’t

to have to somehow

about this.

tell Lucas, now, because he’s going to find out anyway.

Clayton calling him?

who

wanting me back?

Shit.

as anxiety grabs me by the neck, squeezing as hard as it can. Clayton. Of all the

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Lucas. He’s already in the hall, talking to the man who saw all of me, naked as

should have been saved for my mate.

Oh, fuck.

emotions and thoughts dashing through my

they be talking about for so long? Why isn’t Lucas back in here,

it isn’t

not my Clayton. Aspen’s Clayton.

some

times in a row. Maybe he doesn’t exist at all,

just a figment of my imagination.

Hah.

be

starting

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because

Breathe, Ava.

prepare for the conversation.

you a chance

not in Blackwood

hug them tightly and practice deep breathing, filling my lungs as best as I can. In through my nose, out through my mouth. Slow and steady. I close my eyes, trying to focus solely on the rhythm of my breath.

it echoing through my entire body. The anxious thoughts continue.

Out. In. Out.

this. Life. isn’t always going to

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