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LUCAS

Selene follows us to the Blackwood pack lands, only veering off once we get close to Ava’s family home.

She refuses to listen when I try to herd her back in the direction of the alpha’s home, slipping around my besotted wolf to trot her way into the front yard, inspecting every inch.

She won’t talk to me, my wolf whines pathetically in my head.

Fuck, is that what I sound like when I complain to him?

I hope not. He sounds like a lovesick teenager. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Why won’t she speak to me? It must be your fault. She’s mad at you. I told you not to reject our mate.

Again, with the me–blaming. I already know it’s my fault; he doesn’t have to rub it in. She’s a dog, not a wolf. She’s not talking to you because she can’t. But my own explanation sounds… wrong.

There’s no way that husky is a normal dog.

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103 Lucas Bring Her Home

103 Lucas: Bring Her Home

LUCAS

Selene follows us to the Blackwood pack lands, only veering off once we get close to Ava’s family home.

She refuses to listen when I try to herd her back in the direction of the alpha’s home, slipping around my besotted wolf to trot her way into the front yard, inspecting every inch.

She won’t talk to me, my wolf whines pathetically in my head.

Fuck, is that what I sound like when I complain to him?

I hope not. He sounds like a lovesick teenager.

Why won’t she speak to me? It must be your fault. She’s mad at you. I told you not to reject our mate.

Again, with the me–blaming. I already know it’s my fault; he doesn’t have to rub it in. She’s a dog, not a wolf. She’s not talking to you because she can’t. But my own explanation sounds… wrong.

husky is

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smells like a dog, but she doesn’t act like one.

mate mate mate mate mate mate, he chants, following behind her with utmost devotion.

than a few stares from the shifters in the area, and whispers besides. None of them know why we’re stalking a half–starved

I want to rip all their throats out for even questioning Selene’s presence

back at us with a distinct

bit of her radiates her disapproval

One of mine. You. Go open the doors for her.

acknowledges, immediately jogging

the door.

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close to the husky, but he’s already

house is under guard at all times, so there’s

high, her hackles bristling. Ice–blue eyes narrow as she sniffs the entryway rug, a low snarl rumbling in her

concern. Why is she angry?

glare at me. Did she hear that? Her lips pull back, revealing sharp white teeth

head and whines, his ears flattening back. Sorry, sorry. Don’t be mad. We’re here to

a dog, remember? She can’t understand

Our mate

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She’s not our mate. Ava is. This is just a dog. Ava’s

the way she’s sniffing every

nose to the hardwood, inhaling deeply. Bleach, pine–scented cleaner, the musty smell of the rug. Traces of Ava’s scent, honey and orange blossoms, along with the bitter

that would

must be inferior to ours, I muse. She’s a dog, after all. Our senses are far

with his vehemence. Selene is perfect. She’s not

anyone.

not usually this hostile when he’s angry with me. Annoyed, sure.

Selene through the house,

amouine at mu mind Che

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each room, her demeanor far too intelligent for a mere

we reach Ava’s bedroom, Selene’s agitation peaks. She leaps onto the bed, rolling and whining amidst the sheets. I can’t help but take a deep breath, Ava’s scent flooding my senses. Honey and orange blossoms,

Ava, my wolf whimpers, hunkering down in the doorway. We have to take her to

already thinking about flying her out there

up, his excitement palpable. We can

watch as Selene continues to burrow into

second, tugging at