Nash
My world—no, my entire universe—just shifted and rearranged. This is where I belong. In Denali’s bed. Satisfying my mate.
Except I have nothing to offer her but a ruined animal and a male who fights with his fists for his dinner.
Still, my beast kneads his paws, a new strength pouring through my veins. Just being with Denali, mating with her again, revives my tattered spirit. I don’t know why I need my mate so much, but I do. It’s the first time I’ve lifted my head and looked around since I broke out of the lab. No, since before Afghanistan.
Denali doesn’t look at me, caught in her own musings.
Fates—I have no clue what she thinks of all this. Our physical attraction is undeniable, yes. But while she appears content, she’s not giving off the let’s move in together and play house
