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shelter. It was large enough to provide them protection from any weather the mountain might throw at them, and for him to sleep a good distance from her.
Eloise looked back at him again, a frown marring her pretty face. Gods, she was beautiful, even when she was scowling at him and looked ready to box his ears for being slow. A touch of colour rose onto her cheeks and she hastily looked away, but not before he noticed the way her eyes had darkened.
Not with anger.
But with desire.
He groaned and picked up his pace, a slave to his need to be closer to her. She flicked another glance back at him as he neared her, a touch of nerves in her eyes now. She was breathtaking, flushed with life and vibrant, more like the woman he remembered her to be than the one she had become.
What had happened to her?
She had changed the day after the celebration of his ascension to the role of pride alpha, always avoiding him.
Had what they shared meant so little to her?
He hadn’t been sure back then, part of him convinced that it had meant something but the rest of him arguing against it, but he had wanted to know. He still wanted to know. He had watched her whenever she had thought he wasn’t looking, studying her for as long as he could without rousing suspicion, and he had sworn there had been hurt in her eyes at times.
He had convinced himself that he had only seen what he had wanted to see, because he had been hurting.
But things were different now.
She was different.
And it led him to believe that what they had shared had been real and they had both been hurt by his ascension.
They both felt something for the other.
Was it too late to make her see that?
A few days ago, he might have answered that question with a yes and resolved to make her change her mind. Since the events of yesterday, his mind and his heart said no. It wasn’t too late for them.
He had been petrified when he had been swimming, on the verge of trying again to convince her to come into the water, and he had spotted the tiger stalking her. She had been completely unaware of it, her eyes locked on him and a hint of desire rolling off her.
His heart had stopped beating and had then exploded in his chest, the rush of it driving him into action. Everything primal within him, every instinct and sense, every feeling he owned, had demanded he protect her and take down the tiger if he had to go that far.
When the beast had finally backed off, he hadn’t been able to stop himself from holding her. Then, she had touched him, telling him how scared she had been the night he had fought Stellan, making him believe that she had felt something for him and might still feel it. He had thought maybe he would get his wish.
She would be his again.
But she had pulled away.
Why?
Because of his status?
He hated it. He hated the wall it had built between them and he was determined to tear it down. He wouldn’t allow anything to stand between them. He had been patient. He had waited for five long years, filled with a need to see her, to hear her voice and smell her scent again and feel her soft curves beneath his fingers. She had walked back into his life. She had come for him. He couldn’t stop himself from reading into that and seeing it as a sign. His patience would pay off. He could heal the breach between them and win her back.
His wish would come true.
She would become his mate.
She led the way over the river and he followed her without really looking where he was going, wading through the water rather than traversing the rocks as she did, lost in his thoughts. When he reached the other bank and pulled himself up, she was looking at him again. Not with desire. This time she looked as if she was wondering whether he had lost his mind.
He hadn’t lost that part of him.
He had lost his heart though.
It had been torn from his chest ten years ago and now he was slowly piecing it back together, gluing it with the hope that he could break down her defences and win
Eloise looked back at him again, a frown marring her pretty face. Gods, she was beautiful, even when she was scowling at him and looked ready to box his ears for being slow. A touch of colour rose onto her cheeks and she hastily looked away, but not before he noticed the way her eyes had darkened.
Not with anger.
But with desire.
He groaned and picked up his pace, a slave to his need to be closer to her. She flicked another glance back at him as he neared her, a touch of nerves in her eyes now. She was breathtaking, flushed with life and vibrant, more like the woman he remembered her to be than the one she had become.
What had happened to her?
She had changed the day after the celebration of his ascension to the role of pride alpha, always avoiding him.
Had what they shared meant so little to her?
He hadn’t been sure back then, part of him convinced that it had meant something but the rest of him arguing against it, but he had wanted to know. He still wanted to know. He had watched her whenever she had thought he wasn’t looking, studying her for as long as he could without rousing suspicion, and he had sworn there had been hurt in her eyes at times.
He had convinced himself that he had only seen what he had wanted to see, because he had been hurting.
But things were different now.
She was different.
And it led him to believe that what they had shared had been real and they had both been hurt by his ascension.
They both felt something for the other.
Was it too late to make her see that?
A few days ago, he might have answered that question with a yes and resolved to make her change her mind. Since the events of yesterday, his mind and his heart said no. It wasn’t too late for them.
He had been petrified when he had been swimming, on the verge of trying again to convince her to come into the water, and he had spotted the tiger stalking her. She had been completely unaware of it, her eyes locked on him and a hint of desire rolling off her.
His heart had stopped beating and had then exploded in his chest, the rush of it driving him into action. Everything primal within him, every instinct and sense, every feeling he owned, had demanded he protect her and take down the tiger if he had to go that far.
When the beast had finally backed off, he hadn’t been able to stop himself from holding her. Then, she had touched him, telling him how scared she had been the night he had fought Stellan, making him believe that she had felt something for him and might still feel it. He had thought maybe he would get his wish.
She would be his again.
But she had pulled away.
Why?
Because of his status?
He hated it. He hated the wall it had built between them and he was determined to tear it down. He wouldn’t allow anything to stand between them. He had been patient. He had waited for five long years, filled with a need to see her, to hear her voice and smell her scent again and feel her soft curves beneath his fingers. She had walked back into his life. She had come for him. He couldn’t stop himself from reading into that and seeing it as a sign. His patience would pay off. He could heal the breach between them and win her back.
His wish would come true.
She would become his mate.
She led the way over the river and he followed her without really looking where he was going, wading through the water rather than traversing the rocks as she did, lost in his thoughts. When he reached the other bank and pulled himself up, she was looking at him again. Not with desire. This time she looked as if she was wondering whether he had lost his mind.
He hadn’t lost that part of him.
He had lost his heart though.
It had been torn from his chest ten years ago and now he was slowly piecing it back together, gluing it with the hope that he could break down her defences and win
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