Lost Creek Hollow baby please come home.

Her limbs froze at his words.  She couldn't move as he stepped forward in spite of how she demanded her legs obey her logic instead of her hormones.  Her heart fluttered at the confession that slipped off of his tongue, and in spite of herself, she wanted to take what he'd said at face value and throw herself at him.  But there was too much huskiness in his voice, and too much need in his movements.  He wanted her, maybe.  But he wouldn't want the consequences.

"You don't want to father my pups," Harlyn said, even as she leaned the smallest fraction of a centimeter towards him, "You don't want to challenge Mordecai for Alpha.  You don't want to be my mate; only mine."  The memory of seeing him with his lover at the Plateau flashed through her mind and though she was trying to convince him of what she'd said, jealousy rose in her breast like an angry lion at the thought.