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Luke was silent in the wake of her question and Harlyn shut her eyes to steady herself from the emotion that rose. She didn't like seeing him like this, and though her faith in her gods would never waver, she did pause to wonder why they had shaped his path as they had. The druid knew well enough that they would grant her no answers just then; that their will would present itself in time. She had been on the receiving end of their cruelty before, but always there was a purpose revealed. She just needed to have patience and faith - more of it than usual perhaps, since she knew that Luke had none.

When Harlyn opened her eyes, it was to see his silver eyes trained intensely upon her stomach. It gave her pause when she realized, but before she could give much thought to wondering of the reason, he was moving towards her. The alpha froze at his approach, her muscles tensing in a moment of insane paranoia that tried to convince her that Luke was about to attack her unborn children. She held still as instinct overrode her fear. Instinct knew that Luke would never hurt her, or her children.

Harlyn had stiffened at his approach, but the moment he leaned in to caress her fur, she relaxed against him. She shouldn't have, for the words that came with his touch with dripping with bitterness and anger. But even if they had been nothing but remorseful and sweet, Harlyn was a mated woman and should not have reveled in the touch of another man, no matter what emotion propelled it. Luke's words made her mind race and opened up locked doors in her heart she'd refused to look at since the incident. She needed to close them again, but she couldn't manage it before she was replying with her heart in her throat.

"You didn't want me," the alpha said softly, unable to help herself as she leaned ever so gently into him, "You wanted something.. or someone.. else more.." There was hurt in her words that she hadn't wanted to be there. She loved Mordecai. She loved him so deeply and truly. But.. this.