Isaac Pov
Forgiveness? I wasn’t sure what she was talking about. Forgive her for being selfish? When has this woman ever been selfish? I wasn’t sure if she even knew what that word meant at this point in my life. All I knew was her lips were on mine, her hands were on my face, and she was in my arms once more.
She was touching me, and I wasn’t about to ever let her go.
“Does this mean you chose me?” I whispered against her lips. She kissed the corner of my lips, down my jaw, her heat searing a trail down my throat as she sucked against my marking spot, tingles radiating through every part of me. “You chose the pack? You’re going to stay?” I whispered. With me, here. Pick me, please pick me.
“I tried to leave, I tried so hard.” She whimpered, her tears sliding down my throat as she pre
