(Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)
“Hazel…”
There was warning in his voice, but I didn’t care. After everything that had happened—finding out about Leo being my fourth mate, the chaos, the confusion—I needed something real. Something that would ground me.
I tugged Lucas closer until he was forced to sit on the bed beside me. “I’ve missed you,” I whispered, reaching up to trace the strong line of his jaw with my fingertips.
“You need to rest,” he said, his voice strained as he caught my wandering hand. “You’re still healing.”
I shook my head. “What I need is you.”
Lucas’s eyes flashed gold momentarily. “Hazel, be reasonable.”
“I am being reasonable,” I countered, moving closer to him. “I’m tired of being treated like I’m made of glass. I want to feel something other than confusion and fear.”
His jaw tightened as I pressed a soft kiss to his neck. “Your pregnancy—”
