Just a way to justify leaving us.
Where is this defect? I need to verify it.
This is what I'm trained for. Infiltrate. Verify. Extract. No trace.
I could slit her throat so easily, just like dozens before her. They usually don’t scream. They can’t when I cut deep enough.
My Alpha claws at me from the inside, bloody and furious. Protesting the thought. Roaring against it.
She’s not for killing!
Halley is still sleeping without a care in the world. She thought she could survive without us, but look at her, she can’t even keep herself safe while she sleeps.
Useless. Vulnerable. Soft… and so fucking pretty.
I tilt my head left to right, looking for any hint she was telling the truth, that it's some hideous thing that will make me want her less. Because damn, if there’s a magic bullet to stop this endless yearning, I’ll take it.
I can't see it.
Where is this defect?
Nothing.
Only rut-damn perfection.
She’s a liar.
With steady hands, I pluck the blanket from her body.
She doesn't stir.
The pills the doctor gave her have knocked her into a deep, unguarded sleep. She won’t wake. Not if I’m careful.
That’s why I let myself touch her. Not because I want to, or because my fingers ache just being near her.
It’snotthat.
This is a mission. A job. This is about answers. About verifying the defect she swore made her unworthy. Made her believe we didn’t want her. It is definitely not some pathetic excuse to touch what I lost.
I lift the hem of her shirt, exposing her creamy, soft underbelly.
A distant voice chirps, tugging at my brain and making it itchy. It tells me that I shouldn’t be touching her without her permission. It’s perverse. Wrong. Invasive.
I dismissed the voice as easily as a dog shakes off water.
She mumbles something in her dreams, but again, stays still.
I press my ear against her belly and listen.
I listen and listen and listen, my heart pulsing in time with the whooshing sound of blood pumping through her veins.
There is nothing out of the ordinary.
How does one find infertility? My eyes drift to her pussy.
I lower my nose, just slightly, so it’s hovering above her mound, and inhale deeply. I bite my lower lip to stop a moan from exploding from me.
Rut-fucking-damn,her cunt smells even better than I remember.
