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she had let Caim imprint on her first. Even if he said that didn’t piss him off, it did.
    He couldn’t blame her. He had dragged her into a shit storm of pack drama and she was doing what she could and what he couldn’t, which was finding a solution to their problem. If anyone was to blame it was him, but as the breeze brought her scent to him, woven with the heady smell of Caim’s imprint, he felt his wolf thrashing against its chains, voracious with the need to stake his own claim.
    He knocked his fist on stone of the doorway, letting the sound alert her to his presence so as not to startle her. She jumped a little and looked at him over her shoulder, her brown eyes misted. Her mouth dropped open at the sight of him. He went to her, not waiting for her invitation.
    He drew her into his arms. She didn’t protest. She let her head fall onto his chest, but kept her hands at her sides and her eyes averted.
    “I don’t deserve this,” she said, blinking rapidly. He c aressed the hollow of her back in an effort to ease her distress.
    “You’re right,” he told her, gripping her chin. He brought her gaze up to his. “You deserve better.”
    Her chin wobbled and she shook her head.
    “You and Caim both got saddled with me and I’m a total train wreck. You were looking for the future mother of your children, and instead you got an impulsive, indecisive, commitment-phobic—”
    Asch silenced her with a finger pressed firmly to her mouth.
    “I didn’t get saddled with you,” he said slowly. “I chose you.”
    She blinked up at him. “Really?”
    Tired of standing with her, he lifted her up and carried her over to the bed. He climbed onto the bed, sitting back against the wall with Mila in his lap, her back against his chest. Naked as he was, the material of her dress teased his cock. He was able to stifle his arousal, knowing full well that he wasn’t leaving this room until he’d mated with the curvaceous creature in his arms.
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    Predictably, Mila had been unable to sleep. She had tossed and turned, had tried to bury herself beneath the blankets, and when all else failed, had tried to smother herself with a pillow.
    It had been no use though. Her body was just not made for sleeping during the daylight, at least, not when she wasn’t hung over.
    She had gotten up to stare aimlessly out the window. There hadn’t been much else to do. Yet another thing Marie du Luponte hadn’t mentioned was how incredibly boring it was to live in a wolf pack, at least for a human. Mila had been miserable living in Terry Creek, where they still used dial-up and the only cellphone reception she could get was on the roof of Aunt Gina’s shanty.
    And so it had begun again. She had gotten herself all hyped up about something only to hit a roadblock and immediately want to bolt. As she had looked out onto the valley and at the mountains in the distance, she had realized that for the first time in her life, she may have encountered a problem that she couldn’t run from.
    Asch had come then. She must have looked like the wreck that she was, because he had immediately tried to soothe her. She hadn’t cried, even as she had confessed her insecurities. Now that he was holding her in his arms though, all bets were off.
    Distressed though she may be, Mila was not impervious to Asch’s nudity . Positioned as she was on his lap, she could feel the thick length of him beneath her rear. She may have been able to ignore it, if his hands weren’t gliding up and down her bare arms, or if she couldn’t feel his hot breath on the nape of her neck. Gently, he placed a kiss to said nape, and her body reacted as if he had pressed it somewhere much more sensitive.
    “You were saying, about the uh, you said you chose me, right?” She babbled, trying to distract him. She seriously needed to get her head straight before she let another man get between her legs.
    Oh, but what amazing hands he had. They were masculine hands with long fingers,