Chapter 112

FEYRE

"Don't." I say with an almost plea.

I didn't trust myself near him right now. After what just happened, everything was just too much and he couldn't—shouldn't—be saying things like that.

My wolf was already putty at his feet. She needs a mate and the full moon is close. I can only hold her back for so long because they are meant to be, as imperfect and unlikely as they seem.

But I had to be the rational one, the one who thought things through. The one that saw this with a clear head, not confused after he literally just saved my life. Of course, my emotions were all over the place right now, and he knew it. He could clearly see it.

"Why not?" Zade asks, taking another step toward me.

I sucked in a sharp breath when his body warmth envelops me. The cool night air is no match for the heat the cold alpha carries around. The irony.

"You can feel this too, can't you?" he brings his hand up, traces the side of my face, the sides of my lips,