Conal took a moment to speak and when he did, his voice was hushed. “Call me a masochist.”
“I'm so sorry.”
“For what? For not being a werewolf? For not loving me?” He loosened his hold, settling into the bed with his back against the pillows before he drew me into his arms, nestled me against his chest. “You can't help who you love.” He brushed the tears from my cheeks with his thumb. “I can't help loving you. It doesn't matter what I tell myself, how much I try to deny it – that's the truth. I don't want to be with anyone else but you. Hell, I don't want to think about anyone else but you.”
I needed to be honest with him. “I know it's no consolation, but I do love you, Conal. I wish I could love you enough to forget Lucas. But I can't. I don't want to have regrets over this. I don't wa
