Chapter nineteen

Brandon watched her head toward the door. Her depth of emotion startled him. And she’d been right in everything she said. You can’t let her get away. She’s our mate.

We need her. Fix her and keep her. Charging to the door he placed a hand on the hard

wood against her head. He closed the door. Her shoulders slumped as her head rested against the door.

“What are you doing?” she asked, quietly.

“I’m sorry.” With his free hand he brushed the hair off her neck. “You’re my mate, Elle. I’m an idiot. I didn’t know what was going to happen. I’m a wolf, and I’m the alpha, and for the first time I was scared.” He cupped her neck, stroking the pulse that pounded under his touch.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” she said. Her voice sounded breathy. Arousal gripped him as he pressed against her. Every time he was around her, Brandon craved her touch. Seeing the pain in her eyes was like a kick to the gut. He never wanted to be the cause of her pain. She meant everything to him.