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Prologue

Xavier

5 years earlier…

“Why do you watchmy chest It reaches places inside me I didn’t even know existed The sound makes my wolf lie down lazily inside me, like we could drift off just to the sound of her voice Does she mean when I watch her now, or when she sleeps? It doesn’t matter because either way I don’t know the answer

“I don’t know” I tell her the truth becauseI can’t deny that I do it, and telling her that I don’t would be deceiving her

She s in the notebook in her lap Her blonde hair falls over her face, hiding her crystal-blue eyes I never knew eyes could be that blue I like to watch over her when she sleeps, but during the day I like seeing her eyes et lost in eyes like hers

“If my brother catches you, he’ll have your hide” This time when she looks back up at me, her dimples dip in her full cheeks, and it makes her youth show I know she’s only sixteen, five years younger thanher since the first tiure out why I just do it, and I can’t seem to stop myself

She’s right, though If the alpha catchesthe operative word

“Does it bother you? I could—” I pause I was going to say I could stop, but that would be a lie I’ pullsIt’s as if everything is right in the world I spendfood on the table for o, that’s all I do I make sure they’re cared for and I work I’limpse of Gwen each day What more could I ask for?

“No You’re kinda hot I like looking at you, too” Her words are bold, and I findpeople are hot The idea that she thinks about boys or men that way irritates me for sos I’m calmed and happy, and then I’m confused

“I watch you when you sleep, too” I’m not sure why I confess my secret The words just tumble out of my mouth like she should know

“I know” She puts her pad down next to her and stands frorance fills s, and I close ht in front of me

Even with her wolf shifter genes, she’s still short corow a few inches, not that that would help her when it comes to me I’m six feet nine, and I’m sure she’ll always be at least a foot shorter than me

She reaches up, placing her hand onmy wolf stir as he tries to feel her touch