Cyn grins. “Power, confidence, skills.”
“If you start telling me about any of the omega’s you fucked, I will-” I cut off abruptly, but Cyn is shaking his head, and his fingers clamp around my wrist.
“I’m not going to talk about anyone else with you, Bonnie, because no one else matters. There is only you.”
I glance down at our hands. “You can’t say things like that.”
“I can if I mean them.”
I don’t trust him. I can’t, and I won’t believe him.
I pull my hand free, and I think it physically hurts me to have his fingers fall off my wrist.
“So, you all found each other and?”
“Saved each other, Bonnie. We saved each other. It was us against the world; we weren’t ever going to let anyone else in.”
“What’s changed?” I ask before I can stop myself.
“You did.”
I whip my head around to face him. “I’m the same person.”
“No, you aren’t. You are more, so much more. We were a wave, and you would have just floated away in us. Now, you are the Earth itself. We can throw ourselves at you, but you won’t break.”
I inhale deeply, drawing his scent into my lungs.
“You all think too much of me.”
“No, we don’t,” Cyn says softly as we join the rest of the group.
His fingers curl around mine, a connection hidden and vulnerable. My stomach twists in knots, all my fears rise to the surface but are drowned by how much I want this alpha. Not just sex, but I want him to want me, I want him to love me. I glance at him, startled, and find him staring at me with complete confidence and calm. My heart pounds as I realise how much danger I am in.
“I’m not giving up,” he says low under his breath.
And I believe him. Oh, god, I believe what he’s saying.
I want to deny everything, protest that he’s wrong. That I’m still just as breakable as I was, but I think that’s a lie. I have only one weakness.
The Prince pack.
They are one of the few things in this world that would be able to break me back to zero. Who could destroy me. This time, I’m not going to let them hurt me.
Yet, I can’t stay away from them. My willpower is eroding and disappearing. When Cyn reaches out, brushing his fingers along my cheek, so gentle I could weep, I feel my will crumble.
He holds my hands as we turn to look at the view. I don’t even try to get free of him.
I’m falling in deep with this pack.
Against every single reason in the world why I shouldn’t.
Dakota
Ishould be coming up with ideas to kill these assholes; instead, I’m sitting here thinking up ways to get under her skin, to see that hint of red in her cheeks, the fire in her eyes. The way she always takes a step forward instead of a step back. She does not fear me at all.
I crave her passion, her anger, that spark of life in her more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
Her hair bounces slightly, caught in the wind. I’m not sure what Cyn said to her, but it’s had her avoiding us for the last couple of hours. She stays ahead on the trail, leading us through a forest unerringly towards a destination only she knows.
