I gazed down at my brother, smiling sadly at his peaceful face as he lay in his bed, his body hooked up to all kind of mobile machines. I held his hand in mine, stroking his blistered skin softly, relieved that he was no longer feeling any pain.

"How are you holding up?" Dylan asked from behind me, entering Jared's room, his face solemn.

"He isn't healing; his wolf is weak. Every time he wakes up, he forces himself to go back to sleep because he can't take the pain," I replied, my eyes welling up with tears, causing Dylan to sigh, coming up behind me and stroking my shoulder comfortingly, squeezing it gently.

"He'll be fine, he's stable. It'll just take him a little longer to heal than normal, he went through a lot. You both did."

I turned to look at Dylan's pained face, his ocean blue eyes holding sorrow and sadness as he studied my skin, which was now pretty much completely healed.

"I'm sorry about leaving, I just didn't know what else to do. Sawyer told me on the phone we could strike a deal, and I stupidly agreed. I just didn't want anyone to die at my hands," I mumbled, tears dribbling down my cheeks, causing Dylan to cup them, shaking his head.

"Shh, what's happened has happened, and we can't change it, I'm just so glad that you and Jared are alive," replied Dylan, pulling me to his chest, rubbing my back.

"She killed Sawyer, Dylan; her own mate," I stated, running my hands through my dark hair.

"I know."

"I shouldn't care about her, but I do. A tiny part of me will never be able to let her go fully," I said, shaking my head.

"She's your Mother, Clara. You don't have to let her go, but the Marie that you knew when you were little is gone."

I nodded, sighing. "I know. Sawyer made her heartless, but I still think there's a part of her that cares, just like I do."

"I think you're right," said Dylan, pulling me up from the side of Jared's bed. "But you don't need her. You've survived this long without her."

"I'm worried about Jared, he refuses to speak about it when he's awake, and it's been two days. I just thought he would want to get it all off his chest by now."

"Did you tell him about how Sawyer died?" asked my mate, a frown making its way up onto his face.

I nodded, sighing. "Yes, and he didn't respond much, I think he just wants to forget about everything that happened. I think he was slightly hoping that our Mother would be happy to see us, and would come home."

"I'm sure he understands why that can't happen."

"He's just young, none of this is fair," I mumbled, running my hands down my face in frustration. "When is that Alpha meeting you're going to?"

Dylan's eyes widened for a second, and he shook his head, shrugging. "Don't worry about it, I'm not going."

"What? Why? You said it was a good way to form alliances with other packs," I asked, shaking my head. "You have to go."

"My pack is strong, it'll be fine," replied my mate, causing me to squint my eyes at him, crossing my arms across my chest.

"You not going doesn't have anything to do with not wanting to leave me alone, does it?"

"Yes, actually, it has everything to do with that," said Dylan, smiling sarcastically at me.

"Dylan, I'll be fine here." I laughed, raising my eyebrows. "Sawyer's dead, there are no more threats. You'll only be gone a couple of days, I'll just stay here and look after Jared."

"I don't want to leave; not when I just got you back," sighed Dylan, making my smile dissipate, a frown forming on my face. I scooted a little closer to my mate, holding his hands in mine, gazing into his eyes.

"Look, if you going to that meeting is going to better the pack, then I want you to go. You'll be gone a couple of days, and I'll be here waiting for you. Nothing is going to happen. Besides, you said that Alpha Paul should be going too, so maybe you two can bond," I laughed, causing Dylan to chuckle, rolling his eyes.

"That's highly unlikely," he responded, sighing, "Okay, I'll go, it doesn't start for another four days, but before I leave, I was wondering if you wanted to come and visit my pack, just for a day?"

"Won't you be training the fighters?"

Dylan shrugged, a smile creeping up onto his face. "We can go after my training session, I know you came for a night when we first met, but you didn't actually get to meet anyone, or see anything, so I would love if you would come."

I smiled, caressing the side of Dylan's face, nodding. "I would love to."

"I'm sure my Mother is dying to meet you."

"Have you told her about us?" I questioned, causing Dylan to nod, furrowing his brows.

"Of course I have, she was really excited."

"Well, then I'm looking forward to seeing her," I replied, turning back to my brother after he squirmed in his sleep slightly, sighing to myself as he quietened down, drifting off again.

"He just needs rest, Clara, I promise."

I smiled up at my mate sadly, leaning forward and planting a quick kiss on his soft plump lips before he grabbed my hand, leading me out of Jared's room, up the stairs and into mine, shutting the door behind him.

"What are you doing?" I asked with raised brows, settling down on the end of my double bed.

"I just wanted my mate all to myself," said Dylan as he quickly made his way over to me, pressing his lips against mine passionately and hoisting me up, cupping my behind and pressing me against his groin, causing my arousal to grow. Dylan clearly sensed it, and growled as he bit my lip, slowly lowering me down in the middle of the bed, climbing on top of me, holding all of his own weight so as not to crush me.

I wrapped my arms around Dylan's neck, scratching at the back of it with my nails, causing him to moan into the kiss, sending my wolf into a frenzy. I pulled Dylan closer to me, allowing his tongue to explore my mouth. Suddenly, Dylan sat up, ripping his shirt off, causing me to whimper underneath him as my eyes traced his abdominal muscles, my mouth practically watering.

I pulled at my blouse, causing Dylan to raise his eyebrows at me, ensuring I definitely wanted to take it off.

"Just help me get it off Dylan!" I growled with a smirk across my face, causing my mate to laugh, grabbing the collar of my blouse and ripping it, throwing it across the room, leaving me lying underneath him in my purple lace bra.

"I like this," teased Dylan as he admired my sexy lingerie, tracing a finger down the fabric, causing me to squirm underneath him, sparks dancing across my body.

I gasped as Dylan caressed my cups, his hands sliding across my back, sensually unclasping my bra and tossing it on the floor, his eyes turning a dark black as he caught sight of my bare chest. He leaned forward, gently placing kisses around them, giving me the chance to run my hands through his dark hair, twiddling with the strands.

Becoming quickly frustrated with the amount of fabric Dylan and I were both wearing, I sat up, pulling off my black leggings as quickly as I could. My mate swallowed harshly as he admired my body, his fingers tracing the fabric of my lacey black thong, pinging it suddenly, causing me to shudder.

I tugged on the hem of Dylan's grey tracksuit bottoms, signalling to him that I wanted them off. He rolled his eyes, chuckling to himself as he threw them on the ground, leaving him sitting on top of me wearing only a tight pair of black boxer shorts, my arousal wafting through the air.

I pulled my mate towards me, passionately kissing him, exploring his mouth with my tongue, causing him to cup the sides of my face, his body pressed flush against mine.

"Do you want to do this, Clara?" asked Dylan, making me nod eagerly, causing Dylan to shake his head. "No, I want to hear you say it."

"Yes, Dylan, I want to," I replied, pulling my mate back to me, laughing into the kiss.

I traced my hands down Dylan's chest slowly, wanting to touch every crevice of his body, enjoying the feeling of his body shuddering from pleasure underneath my touch.

"I love you," whispered Dylan, causing me to widen my eyes, pulling away from the kiss and looking deeply into his eyes, sighing happily.

"I love you too."

Dylan brought his lips back to mine, trailing kisses down my jaw to the crook of my neck, licking at it gently.

I moaned, which caused Dylan to pull back, eyeing me up with a smirk. "Moan like that again and I won't be able to control myself."

"Maybe I don't want you to," I teased, causing Dylan to growl, quickly pulling me forwards, bringing his head to my bare chest and sucking on my nipples, my arousal growing stronger and stronger.

My mate stroked me from the outside of my thong, the fabric already soaking from my lust, but I couldn't wait anymore, so I pulled my thong to the side, allowing Dylan to massage my core.

"Oh my God," I mumbled, tilting my head back as Dylan slid a finger inside of me, pumping it in and out slowly, teasing me, causing me to shake underneath him.

"Is this what you want?" he asked, a smirk playing at his lips.

"More, I want more," I moaned, tensing as my mate added another finger, his rhythm increasing as I widened my legs for him, his eyes darkening even more.

I grinded against Dylan's fingers, moaning in pleasure as he took my clit into his mouth, flicking at it with his tongue, his fingers still going to work inside of me.

The pressure inside of my abdomen was building slowly, and I felt like I was going to come undone there and then, but Dylan stopped, pulling his boxers down and kicking them away, revealing his more than impressive member.

My eyes widened as I took in his size, gulping at the thought of it being inside of me.

Swallowing, I pulled myself into a sitting position, reaching forwards and grasping Dylan's length with my hands, moving up and down, watching his reaction for a sign that I was doing it right.

Dylan took a sudden intake of breath, his eyes widening as he stared down at me, a moan escaping his lips, tilting his head back in pleasure, which caused me to smile to myself.

"Don't make me come, Clara," ordered Dylan, reluctantly pulling away from my grasp, pulling me to his lips, kissing me passionately.

Climbing on top of my mate, I sat on his lap, pulling away from his kiss, breathing heavily, watching as he cocked his head to the side, smirking at me.

Blushing, I raised myself up as Dylan guided his length into my entrance, his face watching mine the entire time to make sure I was comfortable.

I swallowed in pain as his member stretched my walls, lowering myself down onto him, noticing how he watched me hesitantly, trying to contain his moans.

"Take your time, baby," Dylan reassured me, grabbing my hips and massaging them as I grimaced in pain, taking a few deep breaths.

After I was feeling a little more comfortable, I lifted myself up off Dylan's length, pushing myself back down gently, moaning at the feeling of him inside of me.

Dylan growled, thrusting up slowly every time I lifted myself up, his hands gripping my ass, giving me a little more balance.

"Faster," I moaned, as I tilted my head back, moving up and down on Dylan's length as he thrusted into me with a steady rhythm, his fingers tracing my clit, causing me body to shake.

I bounced up and down on Dylan, the symphony of our moans filling the room; the smell of lust and arousal wafting through out the air.

Suddenly, Dylan pulled out of me, switching us over so I was lying underneath him. He entered me once again, pounding into me which caused me to moan, wrapping my legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper.

"Fuck, yes, I want you to come for me," groaned Dylan as he rubbed at my clit, causing the pressure to build up within me once again. My body tensed up, and I eventually allowed myself to release, my walls tightening against Dylan's length, causing him to also release.

"Oh my God, Dylan," I moaned as pleasure racked my body.

"Good girl, just like that," Dylan growled, releasing inside of me, breathing heavily into my neck, his canines grazing my soft skin.

"Mark me," I begged, which caused my mate to chuckle against my skin, not wasting a second, sinking his teeth into my neck. Pain shot through my nerves, which made me squirm, pushing myself away from Dylan out of instinct.

However, after a few seconds, the pain turned to pleasure, and I moaned loudly as it wracked my body, causing me to shiver, whimpering as Dylan kissed the surrounding area, lacking up any blood.

Catching my breath, I pulled away from my mate, who leaned forwards to caress my cheek, gazing at me adoringly.

"Round two?" I suggested, laughing.

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