“What do you think?” Shiloh asks, flattening down the dress at her trim waist.
“You look incredible. We’re definitely getting it.”
“I still have a dozen dresses to try on,” she says timidly, and I wonder if she thinks I wanted to be in and out of here quickly.
“Like I said, buy as many dresses that you like. Show me the next one.”
Every dress she tries on fits perfectly, some more modest than others. Some cling to her body like a second skin, while others flair out at her hips. No matter the design or color, she looks stunning in them all.
I’ve never had patience for this kind of shit, never thought I’d care for spoiling someone. But Shiloh?
I want to give her the world.
The sales associate is bagging up her dresses as Shiloh comes around the corner, clearly ready to be off her feet. She surprises me by sitting on my lap, her fingertips playing with the hairs on the nape of my neck, before her nails trail over my beard.
Her brown eyes connect with mine.
“Thank you for taking care of me today, Cole,” she says softly before kissing me tenderly.
An immense amount of Alpha pride fills me. She trusts me to take care of her. She wants me; she wants this pack.
It’s a weird feeling, like I’m breaking a generational curse. Turning away from violence and malice and leaning into tenderness and joy. It’s not something I thought I deserved.
Truthfully, I probably still don’t deserve Shiloh, but it’s too late now. I’ll be the selfish bastard I need to be to keep her.
Chapter 23
Shiloh
Honestly,I’m ready to give Cole head in the elevator as he holds all of my dresses, but the doors open to the floor with our bedrooms.
“Why don’t you head up to Mack’s office,” he says, and I furrow my brows at him. “I’ll be up later,” he says, kissing the side of my face and the doors shut behind him.
What the hell?
Not that I’m not excited to see Mack. I did miss him all day, but does Cole realize he’s passing up a blow job right now?
I shake the thought away as I use the scooter to make my way down the hall. As happy as I am about having the boot and more mobility, I’m not taking the doctor’s orders lightly. I don’t want to be back in a cast, especially before the gala.
I knock on Mack’s office door and there’s some shuffling. He opens the door just wide enough to let his large Alpha frame through, and I give him a look of confusion.
“Are you working? I can come back later.”
“No, I um…I have a present for you,” he says, clearing his throat.
Out of all the Alphas, Mack is the most nervous. He blushes the most, and I find it endlessly endearing.
“More presents? All this spoiling is going to go to my head,” I joke, and his neck flushes.
“If you don’t like it, it’s okay.” He’s so nervous as he opens the door to his office, which is the same as it was last time, minus one very large pink detail.
Next to all his dark black and green is a pink desk, with a pink and white chair, with a shiny monitor on it.
Mack pulls out the chair. “It has a recliner for your foot. I just thought maybe you’d be interested in playing some games with me, or your own games while I stream. I thought you might like The Sims or Stardew Valley.”
I sit down on the chair and feel so overwhelmed I can’t help it when I whimper and try to hold back raw emotion.
Mack gets down on one knee, his hands rubbing on my thigh.
