Page 379 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

The wall of chat text stutters, then slows.

Oh. It was lag.

oh my goddd

HE WAS HOLDING HER THE WHOLE TIME??

I'm literally sobbing

our protective king

those EYES

he has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen

is he okay?? he looks tired

wraith are you sleeping enough

"He does have the most beautiful eyes, doesn't he?" I say, tilting my head back against his collarbone. He buries his face deeper into my hair, and I feel his jaw clench against my scalp.

He's embarrassed.

This seven-foot-three feral alpha is regarded as the scariest player in the league, and strangers complimenting his eyes makes him shy.

"He's been dealing with a new medication," I add, keeping my voice casual because I know he wouldn't want me to make it a big deal. "He's okay. He's strong. But if he seems tired, that's why."

I press back against his chest and his arms tighten around me as he nuzzles deeper into my hair, the points of his teeth pressing gently against my scar and the marks on top of it.

And the purr I've been missing so much flickers to life. Faint and unsteady, like a pilot light catching after being out too long, but deeper and rumblier than it was in the tent.

IS HE PURRING

I can literally see his chest vibrating omg

the way he just pulled her closer

I will never recover from this

ok but his hands are huuuuge

the scars on his hands too

he's been through so much

we love you Wraith

WE LOVE YOU WRAITH

The phrase catches and multiplies, flooding the chat in a cascade.

WE LOVE YOU WRAITH

WE LOVE YOU WRAITH

WE LOVE YOU WRAITH

And the numbers keep climbing. I don't even know what to do with that. It's more people than would ever fit in the arena, all watching from their phones and laptops.