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Their moment of pure happiness continues as they embrace on another. Yet when she pulls back, another dark cloud of emotions swirling with her fiery eyes he knows she’s about to say something dreadful. 

At the mention of Mal Kynareth wants to bark out a cruel fit of laughter. He does internally. Yet on the outside he doesn’t betray anything. He wants to spit in his face and cackle at him. He wants to tease the pretty boy alpha in cruel ways. Tease him about how Simmik is his now and he wants to make sure Mal knows it. 

So finally Donovan decides to give her an answer. “It will not be easy, darling.” He hums softly down to her. “Yet it is something that will be inevitable. I know he means a lot to you. You’ll have to tell him how you feel. If he truly loves you, he will understand.” His words are deep. It’s something Donovan truly believes. If Mal truly does care for her, he won’t let his tainted view of the Saints to stop him from loving her.

Yet everything can’t be all rainbows and sunshine. “You must also be prepared for the worst though.” He says equally as soft and understanding. “If he allows his view of the Saints to taint his relationship with you, and you alone, then you must let him go. It will make you stronger in the end.” Then he adds as an afterthought. “I couldn’t give a rats ass if he likes me or not, but if he hates you because of me and the decisions you’ve made for me, then he doesn’t love you at all.” Though the words are harsh, his usually hawkish eyes are soft and forgiving, hoping she understands his point of view in the situation.