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Wait, how could he feel that?

“I can kind of feel what you’re feeling,” Axel said.

That seemed to stop Malek from growling as he looked down at Axel.

“You can?” Malek asked his voice filled with surprise.

“Yeah, I felt how angry and distressed you got at the thought of me kissing someone else…”

Malek flushed when Axel said that.

“I know nothing before this moment should matter. I’m not exactly a virgin,” Malek began.

But, Axel cut him off. Apparently, he also didn’t want to know what Malek had been up to before. The thought had him feeling more possessive that he’d ever felt. It was this white-hot sensation burning through him.

And he growled too.

“Nothing happened between Matt and I. It was stupid. I got drunk… I was stupid. And you’re right, I don’t love hearing about you with anyone else.”

Malek grinned, “I like the growl…”

“You do?”

“Yeah. I like that the thought of me with someone gets you riled up, but you never have to worry about that again, because to me there was no one else from the moment I scented and laid eyes on you. There is no one else.”

Axel sighed at those words, and at Malek nuzzling his neck. He could tell the man was breathing him in.

Never had Axel heard any more perfect words. Right then he realised, he had never loved Matt. He’d confused being comfortable around him for something more.

This man he’d just met, had Axel feeling more things than he could ever pinpoint. He realised no one he’d ever dated in the past had even come close to being right.

Could this be why? Was this man the reason why he’d never felt like anyone was right, because fate, or the goddess as Malek called it, wanted Axel to come here and meet Malek?

Axel wanted to ask about his job, his family, but there was this voice that kept telling him to trust and go along with it. He knew the time would come for him to ask all those questions but it wasn’t right now.

Axel wasn’t asleep, he wasn’t dreaming, this was real. Malek was real and they were destined to be together. How did one beat being with someone who literally believed that he was the epitome of perfection for them?

And Axel had to admit, he’d never felt so immediately comfortable or safe, or aroused or happy around someone he’d just met—or anyone at all.

Hadn’t he wished for his own Prince Charming while walking that trail? And here he was with his very own knight in muscled glory. What more could a man ask for?

“You’re thinking very hard, but not bad thoughts. I can feel your happiness and something else,” Malek’s voice intruded into his thoughts.

“Can you hear my thoughts?” Axel asked, not worried, but intrigued.

“No, it doesn’t quite work like that. More like I can feel what you feel, but it’ll get stronger when we get mated.”

“Mated?” Axel repeated, “What does that mean? How will that work? I know you said I was made for you and everything, but I gotta tell you, I’ve failed at every relationship I’ve ever had. I don’t know how…” Axel shrugged, his chest constricting.

As much as he wanted to believe everything Malek told him, he was him, and he would mess this up somehow. He just knew he would, and then Malek wouldn’t look at him with that look in his eyes anymore. Axel might not be sure of much, but he knew if he fell in love with this man—if he wasn’t already halfway there—and it blew up, he had a feeling he would never recover.

“What if you end up realising that I’m just me, normal… nothing special…”

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Malek's arms tightened around Axel, and he hated the feeling of despair coming off his mate. He wished Axel could see just how ridiculous what he said was.