Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“Wolfe, if you think this is going to—”
He held his hand up to stop her. “No, I don’t think this is going to win you. I hope it is. I want it to, but I don’t think it is going to make me win.” He shrugged. “You can’t blame a guy for trying though, can you?” he asked.
****
Amelia couldn’t blame the guy for trying because he was doing such a good job of it. Wolfe was there, like all the time. He even started to bring some of his clothes over to her apartment. What had started with him cooking her dinner had in some way turned into him living with her.
Odd.
What was even odder, she didn’t kick his ass out, which made no sense to her.
She started back to work at the bar, and that was … weird.
The pack was being nice to her. Like, saying thank you, and please, and stepping out of her way. She didn’t have to dodge any wayward elbows, and that was nice. Even more than nice.
Amelia had completely healed. Her body and leg were fine. No further damage, and she knew that was because of Wolfe. He had re-broken her leg, but he’d done so in a way that would guarantee her wolf being able to heal her.
As for the MC, they continued to hang out with her at the bar. As per their request, they had even asked if she would be willing to stop by with Buster and Rascal. It would seem her dogs had made an impression.
Amelia agreed.
It was … nice to not be looked upon with a sneer or even hated.
Wolfe was making it hard for her to hate him.
By the end of the first month of them pretty much living together, the bar was packed. It was busier than usual, and Val was helping out. Ever since she’d gotten back to work, he’d been there to keep an eye on her. She appreciated it.
She had just stepped into back into the bar after taking out the trash. Closing the door, she frowned as there seemed to be nothing but quiet.
Complete and total silence.
This was … strange.
Stepping out of the storage room, which led out the back toward the trash bins, she walked into the main bar and came to a stop.
The pack all stood, but they had made an aisle.
Above the door, it read the words, Mate me.
Amelia saw Wolfe. He stood with the MC. Val was there.
Wolfe stepped forward.
Her heart raced.
“Amelia,” he said.
“Wolfe?”
“I love you. Before the pack and the club, I want you to know that I love you. I’m an asshole. A complete and total asshole. I called you a liar, and I thought you were weak, and I did so easily because the truth was … I’m addicted to you, and that scared me. I’ve never been afraid of anything in my whole life. Not a damn thing, but when it comes to you, it would seem that I get scared a hell of a lot easier than I thought possible.” He ran a hand over his face.
He’d let his hair down, which was rare, but she loved it when he did.
“I don’t expect you to want me,” Wolfe said. “Amelia, you are not a liar. You are one of the strongest people around. Boyan saw that. He saw that you were strong because none of us would have been able to put up with the crap you did just because you’re who you are. You’re a strong woman, Amelia. You’re fierce, loyal, and you stand up for what you believe in, and I am hoping one day that person will be me.”
She couldn’t believe he was doing this.
None of the Poison Wolves MC ever poured out their heart and soul. Never, but yet, Wolfe was doing it now. Her heart raced and she stared at him, a little amazed.
“I love you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I don’t want to ever leave you. I know this is way too much to ask, but I will not give up. You said you loved me once, and I’m going to do everything in my power to prove to you that I will never fuck up like this again.”
Amelia took a step toward him, then another, and another until she stood right in front of him.
She could reject him. Turn her back on him and tell him to fuck off. To leave her alone, but that would be a total lie. She didn’t want him to leave.
There was strength in forgiveness.
Besides, Wolfe had admitted he’d been afraid. Not just to her, but to the whole pack. She wasn’t a cruel person.
“Amelia?” he asked.
This was it.
If she wanted to get her revenge, this was the time to do it. To slap his face and humiliate him in front of the whole pack.