His words were gentle, but every one dripped with Sophie's name.
Madeline's heart sank.
How could she give up?
She loved Maxwell, truly loved him, and after tasting the high life of his elite pack, how could she walk away?
"Please don't leave me, my mate," she begged.
"You know I love you—love you like the tide loves the moon, like a moth craves the flame, even when it burns! I can’t breathe without you."
Maxwell didn't answer, just stared at her, his gaze heavy.
She wasn't wrong—being with her was thrilling.
Madeline threw herself into pleasing him, reckless and unrestrained, offering a rush Sophie never could.
With Sophie, his love was so deep, so careful, he held back, afraid to taint her.
Every moment was about her comfort, her joy, his own desires always second.
If he could
