He slowly reached out and cupped Francine's cheek before drifting his fingertips across her face, tracing every ridge and outline as if he was memorizing it. His touch was so soft it was almost unnatural to imagine an alpha of his size and status could be so gentle, but she closed her eyes and felt her insides quiver at the intimacy of his actions.
He wiped away stray tears that fell using the pad of his thumb and hummed. "That's better. I hate seeing you cry."
"Jacob, why did you come to find me?" she asked, treading carefully over the sensitive subject. But she had to know.
"You're my mate," is all he said with a shrug as if it was that simple.
"But you-"
"No, I didn't. You assumed that because you are afraid to let me love you. But I don't care because it's too late for that," Jaco
