Hagen, Lynn - Oliver's Heart [Brac Pack 6] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Read Online Free PDF Page B

to get those two together. Easier said than done.

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    Oliver lay in Micah’s bed. He held the pillow that had his mate’s fading scent close to his chest. He played the event over and over in his mind. He knew he should have worded the confession differently, but he thought Micah would let him explain. Instead, Micah had turned into a psycho wolf on him, and Oliver couldn’t blame him in the least.
    Now he would never know what it was like to be held by his mate, made love to, or be claimed. He would be stuck in this house with a man that should be his but never would be. The thought of that plunged his depression deeper into the abyss.
    His skin itched to be held, to be loved. That’s all he had wanted. Micah was forever sidestepping him and treating him like a kid brother or son rather than a mate, and his dejected feeling only worsened with time. Oliver knew all this, but it still didn’t excuse what he had done. Now he’d lost Micah forever.
    Oliver had stared blankly at the wall for seven days now, only getting up to use the bathroom or answer the door. At first, he didn’t even acknowledge the knocking until Maverick’s booming voice demanded he do so, but the wolf stayed outside, not entering, telling Oliver that he better start eating.
    Oliver agreed, but only in words. His appetite had left with Micah. His sanity had left with Micah. A hole now existed where his heart had once been.
    Oliver began to silently cry again as he drifted back off to sleep.

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    Micah slipped back into his bedroom. It was three in the morning, and he couldn’t fight the pull any longer. He needed his mate. He had wandered the forest for a week, eating the prey he caught and sleeping in the cold. The first few days he had been a savage, the wolf killing any prey that came too near. Blood was what he had wanted, and blood was what he had spilled. He ate what he killed, but the rage had consumed him.
    Micah stood over the bed and stared down at his sleeping mate. Why? Why would Oliver lay in the arms of another? This question haunted him from the moment he had entered the woods. Was he that bad of a mate that he drove his young man to another?
    He leaned in closer to see the black rings around his mate’s eyes. Pulling the covers back he saw the thinness creeping up Oliver’s skin. This concerned Micah. He didn’t want his mate’s health suffering. He still loved him deeply, but his heart had been ripped out.
    He had to know why. He had to find out who the hell fucked his mate. They would be disemboweled. Micah would accept no excuse from the one who soiled Oliver.
    “Oliver, wake up,” Micah demanded in a voice that was not gentle.
    “Get out! He said no one. Get out!” Oliver screamed as he jumped up and pushed at Micah.
    Micah grabbed his wrists, pulling Oliver into his arms. “It’s Micah, calm down.” He was angry, hurt and betrayed, but he still wanted to hold his mate. Claim him and love him.
    “I’m so sorry.” Oliver sobbed into Micah’s chest. His mate’s arms wrapped around his waist as he held on. “Please don’t leave me.”
    “Tell me what happened.” Micah braced himself for the sordid details. He couldn’t let Oliver go. He had to hang tight, try to keep his sanity, when his mate told of his affair.
    “I kissed Evan. I didn’t plan it. I–I’ve just been so lonely, so damn lonely. I know that’s not an excuse. He didn’t know, Micah. It’s not his fault. He denied me and jumped away. I’m sorry.” Oliver hugged Micah closer.
    “What else, Oliver?” He couldn’t take the suspense. He was ready to go kill Evan, but he wanted to know all of it so he wouldn’t feel guilty when Evan’s intestines lay under him.
    “That’s it, I swear.” Oliver’s nails dug into Micah’s back as he hung onto him for dear life.
    “A kiss?”
    “Yes. Actually, they really didn’t even touch. I promise, Micah. I’ll never ever cheat again. Ever.”
    Micah pulled back and stared down at