I’D PLANNED TO TALK my mate down off the mental ledge he was perched upon. To tell him that he was worth ten thousand Stormwinders. That I’d stick to him like super glue whether he was top dog or down and out and on the streets. That I was so proud of his willingness to take a stand for the people of Arborville that my chest swelled up like a helium balloon at the mere memory of his pronouncement.
But there comes a time when words aren’t enough. So even though my scorched skin chafed against even the time-softened sheets beneath my butt, I cuddled up behind the uber-alpha’s hunched back and encircled him with my arms.
And then I did whisper into his ear as my fingers gently teased him out of his funk. “I love you,” I admitted.
I’d assumed that speaking the L word aloud would result in s
