Chapter82

#Chapter82

Ace wraps his arms around my waist, tucking me against him. He buries his face in my neck, inhaling my scent.

/"I didn't mean to snap at you,/" He murmurs into my hair. I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck. Lucille purrs, making my chest rumble, and Ace chuckles at her reaction to him, despite the time not being appropriate.

/"Sorry,/" I tell him, but he shakes his head and kisses my cheek.

/"Our wolves make noises; I expect her to purr. I would be worried if she didn't,/" He says while grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the hospital entrance.

We walked back up to the ward, and Aamon was nowhere to be seen. Tyson was on his phone pacing the corridor, talking to someone angrily. Ace tugs me over to the chairs in the waiting room and pulls me on his lap while we wait for Tyson to finish on the phone. Ace's hand sneaked inside my shirt as he brushed his thumb over my stomach.