“What…”
“Why can’t you have a Pack and be President of the Midnight Wolves? Spell it out for me.”
“Because…” I stopped, not wanting to give my bullshit answer of being an omega.
“I don’t see why that would be an issue. I don’t think that's an issue at all actually.”
“I don’t understand,” I whisper.
“You’re afraid you won’t be a good leader. You’re afraid that you are not enough. But you are. You always have been, Reed.” She leans forward now and cups the side of my face.
“You are too kind, Princess,” I mumble, grabbing her hand and kissing her palm.
“So you have a choice to make right now.”
“I do?”
She slides her hand away from me. The loss of her touch drives a whimper from me, which makes her smile. The smallest fucking smile. A sly one that drives my blood straight to my dick.
“You choose this Pack right now or—”
“No ‘or,’” I start, already knowing my answer.
“Or”—She raises her eyebrows—“choose being the MC Prez and let me go. For real, Reed. I can’t keep doing this with you.”
Her words ring in my head. The choice is obvious. One I made already.
“I choose you. You, Princess, will always be my answer.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. It’ll always be you, baby. No more Prez shit. I want you. I only want my Pack. Everything else doesn’t matter.”
Her eyes well with tears. Her hands are shaky in my grasp and no matter how tight I grip them, it doesn’t stop. I love her. I love them, my Pack. So damned much. I have to choose them, and only them, from now on.
“Then bite me. Bond me, right now.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I launch myself at her. My hands hold her hips as I latch my lips to hers.
“Thank fucking God, Princess,” I whisper against her lips, bringing her weight into my arms and throwing her on the bed. I don’t leave her for a moment. Following her body, I kiss her cheek, down her neck, sucking over Soren’s bond, surely driving the man insane.
“Hmm, where am I gonna tie you to me forever? Here?” I say, kissing the spot right next to Soren’s. “Here?” I ask in a kiss to her outer shoulder.
“Reed, wait.” She pushes at my chest and I stop. Leaning back, sitting on my heels, her eyes are wide as they stare at me. “You’d give everything up? Just like that?”
“Yes.”
“Why?” The certainty has faded from her tone, from her eyes. Her brows furrow all cute, and I smile, a real smile, as I move a hair from her face.
“I always thought the Wolves were like a Pack. That'd be all I need. I was so fucking wrong. Nothing compares to having you, having Neven, Asher, Soren. You guys are my Pack. The ones in my corner. The ones that make life worth fighting for. Baby, it took me too long to realize it, but this, this is what my Dad fought for. This connection, the family, this is why we do what we do.”
I kiss her lips gently, pulling her lips a bit when I pull away from her. “None of this is worth it, without you.”
“You… I…. I’m not asking you to give up your dreams. I was just…” She’s bright red, her scent turning a bit crisp in the air, and I shake my head. She hadn’t known I'd already given that up. The Prez spot could go to someone else. Hell, maybe Neven since he’s so damn good at leading. Honestly, he’d do the job justice. He could have it.
Because I am choosing my Pack. Forever and always.
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll do it.” I kiss her again and she pushes me away.