“I already know you’re saving the best for last,” he says. But the arousal is evident on him, and I’m not sure how he hasn’t already sunk his teeth into my mating gland.
Instead, he lays in my nest, wiping my tears as I’m knotted.
Logan purrs gently behind me, and eventually my tears subside.
I struggle to stay awake and keep my focus on Ivan, but he shakes his head.
“Sleep,” he says softly. “You need the rest.”
28
IVAN
I knewshe was special the moment I met her.
My first week of knowing her, I was in love.
And now, I’m in her nest and part of her pack.
Maybe I should be more possessive of her—my inner Alpha is ready to mate her, after all—but watching her be knotted and claimed, witnessing her pleasure and scenting her in the throes of being fucked satisfies something in me.
She’s mine, but I’m also hers.
She’sours.
I’m happy to share Maeve with Fang and Logan, because it makes her happy.
Because they’re both good for her and make her better.
And as my packmates, they makemebetter.
Maybe it’s immature, but I still do think she is saving the best for last.
I was here first, after all.
I’m the only one that can’t fall asleep between the four of us.
Of course, Fang and Logan have both knotted her and had the mating bite, so I’m restless as I slip out of bed and prepare for everything else that will come with her Heat.
Because once they wake up?
I’m having Maeve all to myself.
Slipping on a pair of sweatpants, I pad to the kitchen, opening the fridge and debating on what to prepare for Maeve.
Thankfully, Logan stocked the fridge and pantry with a ridiculous amount of food, including Maeve’s favorite snacks and sweets.
By the time I finish setting up a plate, my patience is finally wavering.
My inner Alpha, once content to wait, has turned greedy.
I may be supportive but I’m notperfect.
The entire packhouse smells like Maeve, and now that she’s bonded with Fang and Logan, there’s an unsettled feeling in my chest.
I’m the odd one out—I’m the only one in this house that isn’t bonded to her.
It’s time to rectify that.
