“Get out,” Esme snapped, staring at a pale-looking Hunter and Citrus.
Hunter walked over, and for a second, Maddox thought he would help him, but he walked right past him without a second glance. Tears welled up in his eyes.
‘You’re okay,’ Wolf said, and Maddox cried harder. His mate didn’t want him. How was he okay?
“Neo, get out,” Esme snapped.
“No,” Maddox hissed. “He isn’t going.”
Esme looked down at Maddox, worry evident on her face. “Maddox, you’re in heat; it’s dangerous. If he bites you-”
“He won’t. I know Neo; he won’t hurt me.”
Neo inched forward and slowly wrapped an arm around Maddox, holding him tighter. Maddox could smell his pheromones, and he whined. “It hurts, Neo. It hurts.”
“I know,” Neo said, rocking them both gently. “I know. But you’re safe. You’re okay.”
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