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Harper was my mate.

Shelikedme.

I was never letting her go. Not a fucking chance.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

harper

I wokeup locked in a pair of gigantic, sweaty arms, with a gigantic erection throbbing against my ass and heavy, vibrating snores echoing against my back.

I felt nothing but bloodlust, at first.

But when I lifted a thick arm to my lips and sank my fangs into the vein there, the need that accompanied Rhone's low groan chased my neutrality away.

"What time does the fight start?"I asked him through the bond that connected us, because I didn't want to release his wrist.

"Don't know. Don't care."The feeling of having him in my mind was still slightly overwhelming.

"Tell me."

There was a pause before he responded again."8."

I glanced at the clock.

7:30.

We'd be cutting it too close. Maverick and Bloom were counting on us to be there. Showing up late wasn't an option.

"You can't knot me,"I warned.

"Like hell I can't."

"I'm serious. You have five minutes, and you can't knot me. Our options are quickie or bust."

He grumbled, but agreed.

Six minutes later, he was coming all over my core and inner thighs, his hand on his cock and both of us panting.

Ten minutes after that, we met Bloom and Maverick on the expansive grass field the pack apparently used for fighting.

It was complete chaos. There were people everywhere. Enforcers. Pack members. Challengers, sequestered in one strictly-marked portion of the grass.

Rhone was tall enough to find our people over everyone else's heads.

When we reached them, Bloom had her arms around her middle and her ass in a camping chair. Mav's hand was in her hair, playing with her ponytail lightly, while he stood behind her and talked to one of the enforcers. Elise.

Bloom's expression said she was spiraling internally, and she always thought she needed to be alone when she was spiraling.

She just needed a hug.

One of the enforcers handed Maverick two of the thick, disgusting fortified protein drinks the werewolves were always chugging.

Rhone had tried to get me to drink one, once. Near the beginning of my stability.

When I nearly devolved from the effort of trying to choke the foul beverage down, he'd abandoned the idea.

I eyed the Alpha, who was now talking to Rhone and the enforcer about some fight stuff. I wasn't listening.