Chapter 18.5
“I think we’ve already established,” Marcus sighed wearily, “that you’re going above and beyond the call of duty already.” He paused, then added, “I appreciate it. Really. I know that you don’t have to do any of this, and that it goes against your instincts as the Alpha of this… this pack.” Declan almost jumped as he felt the touch of a shy hand against his stomach, just a light pat at the lower edges of his ribs. He didn’t think he was imagining the way Marcus was curling subtly closer to him, as fragile as the patterns of frost on a window in winter. There was definitely no imagining the way Marcus’s voice broke on the word ‘pack,’ his mouth forming it as if the word contained something immeasurably precious - or already broken, with Marcus only able to save the pieces. With a thu
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