When a wolf begs…
AXEL
Marisol opened the door and let us inside. Peach lingered behind me, but my attention immediately went to Lemon. She sat in a chair at the long meeting table. One hand covered her mouth while the other was crossed over herself. She was keeping her gaze away from me.
One singular step into the room, and I froze. Gear was at complete attention in my head.
No way.
“Mate,” I said on an exhale. Then I was moving, rushing to Lemon. I turned her chair around to face me as I dropped to my knees in front of her.
“I’m furious with you, Axel Roberts,” she whispered.
My head was spinning. Her scent surrounded me, invaded me. Perfection. Lemon had always been perfection, but this was the pinnacle. She was my second chance all along.
“Lemon,” I croaked. I brought my
