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My heart pounds with anticipation.
I'm so proud of my little mate, not only for keeping her head held high, but the strength to show me her scars as well.
I know that it was a difficult thing for her; to share a piece of her past with me. Especially one that dark.
I'm waiting for her to put on her jacket while I hold a bag of her things in my hand. I could have gotten someone else to take it home but -
I bristle at the thought.
"Mine."
I roll my eyes. "Yes, Jax, she's ours."
He's been crazy possessive since I saw the scars. I would push his murderous ass back down when he'd push me to shift. It had become a regular thing and it was wearing on me.
I push him back down, wanting to focus solely on Ivy.
I can't stop watching her. Even with the few bandages left and a
