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Maxus
Vivian stumbled backward, trying to get farther from me.
The move infuriated my beast. He was in charge. Totally. Completely. I had waited too long.
“Mine.”
Vivian lifted her hands in front of her as if that small action would stop me—him—us. “I heard you the first time, big guy.”
I took a step closer. My beast wanted her to run. To fight. To resist. He wanted to punish both of us for making him wait, keeping him locked inside me for so very long.
Years. He’d been locked up for years. If I’d had my way, he would have remained that way until Vivian could accept this side of me—of us.
Maybe forever.
My mate remained remarkably calm. Her back came into contact with the fighting cage, and she stopped moving. “Beast? Um, Maxus? Are you still in there?”
My beast didn’t allow m
