Again, Marcus blew air into Roni’s mouth. She would live, dammit. Compressing her chest again, he ordered, “Breathe.”
But she wasn’t breathing. She was dying. Both he and his wolf could feel it through their link, could feel her slipping away, could feel that bond weakening right along with her. No, this just wasn’t happening. “You can’t fucking die!”
She couldn’t. He loved her. He needed her. And it was only then that he realized he’d actually been afraid to let himself need her. What’s more, he’d been afraid to let her truly need him. His determination to not be needy like his mother or be mated to anyone like her had held him back from Roni without him even realizing it.
With Roni, it was okay to have her lean on him, because she would never drain him. Just as it was okay for him to lean on her—it didn’t make the relationship codependent in any way. There would always be give and take with them. It was a two-way street.