FOURTY ONE

Ruth’s POV

I continue to walk, and as soon as my mate sense me, he runs over to me and embraces me tightly, sparks erupt against my skin and I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation even though I don’t hold him back.

Unable to stand it, I slowly wrap my arms around his shoulder. We hold each other as long as need and we only pull away when a few warriors start to growl.

“Enough,” the growls in a low powerful voice that makes the Lycans retreat a bit. He takes my face in his hands and kisses my forehead.

“Baby, are you okay, you disappeared after the last fight at Marcus.”

I don’t know how to answer his questions so I press my lips into a thin line.

“Baby, I am so sorry, please just come back home with me, let’s talk there please, he begs. I exhale and take in his features; he has stubble beard and he looks like he hasn’t slept in days.

“Ruth, my love, why did you come here? “He asks, glancing at the wolves behind me. He so worried.

“What the fuck are you doing on my territory, Micheal,