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Ro hurried over and wrapped his arms around Devon’s waist, holding him tight, even as the man squirmed to get away from him.

“None of it was your fault,” Roman whispered. He repeated this over and over until his mate stopped struggling in his arms.

Devon wouldn’t look at him. He buried his face in Roman’s chest, “You saw everything?”

“I did,” Roman said.

“How could you still want me?” Devon’s voice was tear-filled, and he refused to look Roman in the eyes, even though Ro gently tried to look in his.

“I want you, because you’reperfect. Even though you’ve been through so much, it hasn’t destroyed your beautiful soul. I only wish I could have spared you the pain.” Ro tried to meet Devon’s eyes again, but his mate wouldn’t budge, “Please, love, look at me. I want you to look in my eyes and believe me when I tell you that none of it matters. You’re mine, and you’re perfect.”

It took Devon a minute, but when he finally looked Ro in the eye, it nearly broke Roman’s heart to see his omega’s eyes filled with such despair. He was worried that seeing his past would drive Ro away, but he would soon learn nothing could.

“I love you, babe, and that means you're stuck with me.”

“Promise?” Devon's voice cracked, as he said those words.

“I swear.”

“I love you too, alpha.”

“You sure?” Roman teased, “Because a moment ago, I swear you only thought you did.”

His mate pinched his side, and even though it didn’t hurt, he played, “Hey, you know alphas bruise too. Four days mated, and you’re already marking me.”

Devon reached up for the mating mark, “Well, what’s one more?”

Roman grinned. He loved this playful side of his mate, and he had a feeling he hadn’t even seen all his personality yet, especially, because he knew Devon hadn’t had a chance to be who he really was.

Well, all that was over, but that didn’t mean someone wouldn’t have to pay for what his mate had been through.

Chapter Fourteen

Devon

When Devon walked in and heard Roman tell someone he’d seen things from Devon’s past, all he wanted to do was disappear.

He couldn’t bear the thought of Roman seeing the things he’d done. He was sure the alpha wouldn’t want him if he knew how used… Devon shut his eyes. Even thinking the words made him want to puke, but he didn’t want his mate to feel cheated.

When he’d looked in the alpha’s eyes, he saw that Roman saw him in a way that he’d never seen himself. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he could feel the alpha’s emotions that made it so easy for him to believe him, but Roman loved him, past and all.

Yet, even though his alpha didn’t care about his past, Devon hated Anton even more than he already did.

When he glimpsed into his mate’s mind, he saw what pack life was supposed to be like, and Devon questioned if his old pack was even a proper pack.

It was mostly alphas and omegas, but they weren’t mated… nope. Omegas were commodities. They were the pack's source of income. They were how Anton made his money.

Selling their heats. Selling them to alphas that wanted a fuck. That was how his pack made their money. A glorified brothel.

The reason Devon had run was because of one of the men Anton had always said he refused to send any omegas to. Devon had heard Anton say over and over the man was too rough and he was known to damage the merchandise. Merchandise being the omegas. Anton's words, not his, but apparently, the client had offered Anton a sum he couldn’t refuse… for Devon.

Devon wasn't supposed to have known, but as usual, he was somewhere he wasn't supposed to be. It was one of the things that usually ended in a beating for him, but this time, it had probably saved his life.

Somehow Devon had found the strength to run, who knew he’d be running straight to the arms of his mate?

Devon knew his mate was letting him work through some things, he could feel the alpha’s strength in his mind.

Some people would have hated someone knowing all their thoughts, but Devon found it comforting.