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Warrick growled, loud and harsh, the sound ripping through the cab. “No,” he barked. “You did what you had to do.”

“I failed, Warrick. I failed all of them, and it’s happening again. I’m failing.” I sucked in a ragged breath. “Ren is gone. What if I don’t…what if I lose him forever?”

His fingers curled tighter around the Morris’s steering wheel, but he said nothing, because Warrick didn’t lie and he couldn’t promise that Ren would be okay, that he’d come home.

Finally, we reached the crossroads, and he indicated the turn that would take me back to my family. My stomach churned. “I don’t want to go home.”

Still, he said nothing, just turned in the opposite direction and headed toward the hounds’ clubhouse, and I let him. I was being a coward, but I couldn’t face my family after what I’d done, not yet.

Ren’s parents, though, I needed to tell them now. Before I completely sunk into my pain and was utterly useless. I forced myself to hit Sally’s number. Warrick remained quiet beside me as I tried to explain to Ren’s mom what happened. She cried, and I made more promises I wasn’t sure I could keep.

Warrick pulled up outside the clubhouse, and I followed him in.

He strode through the main room, down the stairs and into his room, shutting the door behind us. I stared at him, and tears stung my eyes, but if I cried, I wouldn’t stop, because I’d lost Ren, because we were going to lose everything, and I didn’t know how to stop it.

“Dove,” he said so low it rolled through me like a tremor.

I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to think about Ren out there somewhere, or that I might never get him back, even if he did survive this. I couldn’t. I’d break if I did.

I locked eyes with Warrick. “Fuck me,” I whispered.

His expression didn’t change, but his eyes darkened before he shook his head.

I strode toward him. “You want to, you’ve said it enough times.” I pressed my hands to his chest and tried to shove him toward the bed. He didn’t budge. “What? Now you’re acting all chivalrous? You either want to fuck me or you don’t.”

I was behaving like a crazy person—well, I fucking felt crazy. Out of control, and so desperate to get out of my own head space, so full of horrors and fear, that I pushed on, moving closer, pressing my body against his huge, hard one.

“You don’t want this,” he said.

I reached down and cupped his hard dick through his jeans. “You told me the next time I touched your cock, you’d fuck me.” I lifted a brow. “Don’t chicken out on me now, alpha.”

“You don’t want this,” he repeated.

I squeezed him hard, wringing a groan from him. “Don’t tell me what I want.”

“Fine.” He grabbed me, lifted me, and tossed me on his bed, then he came down on top of me, pinning me with his large body. He looked at my mouth and licked his lips.

“Well, what are you waiting for? All those females you fuck, they want more, right? Show me what I’ve been missing.”

He cupped my jaw, his gold eyes locking with mine. “Your emotions are all over the place, I can feel them.” His expression darkened. “The shit you said on the way here…” He growled under his breath. “You’re in pain, dove, and you’ll hate yourself, and me, if we do this.”

“Why do you care how I feel?” I fired at him. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. You don’t even understand emotions.”

“I didn’t say that.”

No, he hadn’t, I’d made an assumption. But I didn’t care, I wanted an escape, and he could give me one.

“I want you,” he said. “You fucking know I do, but not like this.”

I tried to shove at his chest, but again, he didn’t budge. “Then let me up.”

He shook his head.

“Warrick, let me the hell up.”

“Not letting you up until you’ve calmed down. You still want me to fuck you in the morning, I’ll let you bounce on my dick all you want.”

“You really are a giant assho…”