Emma’s POV
My heart stops when I see him standing there, moonlight cutting across his face, hand still on himself, c*m glistening on the floor. For a second, I think I’m dreaming again, but then his scent hits me; pine, smoke, pure Alpha and I know he’s real.
He came.
I’d fallen asleep whispering prayers into the pillow: Dear moon goddess, please, let him come tonight. Please, let him forgive me. Please, let me feel him again.
And here he is.
Tears prick my eyes as I push up on shaky arms. The sheet slips away completely, cool air kissing my skin, but I don’t care. All I see is Richard.
“Richard—” I start, voice cracking, the words already tumbling out. “I have to tell you about Brittany, what she did to me in high school, why I—”
He crosses the room in two strides, cups my fa
