Page 64 of Cuffed By the Wolf

Having her here feels comforting to my soul.

Dropping to my knees beside the sofa, I capture her face in my rough palms. “When the sun sets, I’ll leave. I have to hunt down the bastards. End this once and for all. Two deputies will be stationed outside.”

She gingerly pushes her cheek into my hand. “Okay.”

“You belong here with me, little omega. No more scent suppressants.”

Her amber eyes widen. “If I stop taking them completely, I’ll go into heat.”

“Your alpha will help you through your heat.”

She presses her lips against mine. “You better hurry back. I’ve been off the scent suppressants for two days. Soon my scent will rise, and I’ll be ready to nest. I guess I can turn the sofa into a nest.”

I scoop her into my arms again.

Her arms hook around my neck. “Where are you taking me?”

I don’t answer and ascend the stairs.

“I want the sofa.”

“In just a minute,” I say.

“I have a surprise.” I turn the doorknob and step over the threshold.

Her eyes widen and her mouth forms a cute O.

“It’s beautiful. Your ex-mate had good taste.”

I place her on the edge of the oversized bed.

“I built this addition onto the house a few years ago — just an empty room, nothing in it. This nest was made for you. In the last two days, Tara and Genevieve helped decorate your nest.”

She lays back slowly, hands gliding across the soft red blanket. “I love vibrant colors.”

Genevieve told me Sasha’s big on bright colors.

“The purple walls are gorgeous,” she says.

She moves her head the best she can to glance at the top of the bed. “The blue, pink, yellow, orange, and red pillows tie the room together perfectly.”

“There are cozy socks, sweaters, and more blankets in the oversized basket to the right.”

She points to the blankets, neatly folded on the bed. “These are more than enough.”

I shrug. “You have variety.”

She chuckles, then her arms circle her stomach as she winces.

“Now you know where your nest is. Let’s get you back to the sofa. I’ll get lunch going.”

I pull her into my arms. Her fingers stroke my hair along my nape. “My own nest. Thank you, Alpha.”

I take her lips in a sensual kiss. “You’re welcome, little omega.”

Her head rests on my chest as I walk down the stairs. Her eyelids fight to stay open as I lower her to the sofa.

“Rest, Sasha.”