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Dom waited until I finished my tirade, and then he asked, totally deadpan, “So, why do you think that is?”

I paused. The question was so far out of left field that it actually gave me pause. “What the fuck, Dom?”

“I’m just saying,” the smirk was back on his face, “that you’re doing this thing again. You only get this way about Bryn. It almost makes me wonder if you and her might be—”

I pointed at him. “Don’t you dare fucking say—”

“—mates.” Dom finished with a grin that was a mile wide.

I groaned and shook my head. But the more I heard the word, the more I thought about it, the more right it felt. I couldn’t deny the way I reacted when I thought Bryn was at risk, and I certainly couldn’t ignore how recklessly I had behaved when she was threatened right in front of me.

My wolf had completely taken over, something he had never done before. I couldn’t let that happen again. My immediate response was to assure everyone that I would keep myself in check, but a promise without taking action