All in the Chemistry [The Royal Wolves 4] (Siren Publishing Allure) by Honor James Page A

felt as if he had slapped her. “I’m sorry.” She pulled her hand back. “Are you sure that you want me here, Kris?” She forced the question she didn’t want the answer to out. “I can call a cab if you need me to leave.” Her heart ached, and she was pissed at herself for making the questions.
    Reaching out he touched her cheek softly, careful to keep the caress light. “I need you here, Courtney,” he whispered softly. “I’m sorry, love, I’m just…” He shook his head a soft growl coming up at his inability to explain himself and what was going through his head. Pulling her to him with his hand around the back of her neck, he held her to his chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispered against her hair as he closed his eyes. “I don’t mean to hurt you, honey, not ever.”
    “I know you didn’t.” She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly. “I love you, Kris, it kills me to know you’re hurting so much inside, that you’re so uncertain. That’s why I offered to leave, to give you time to realize that you need me here with you, that you won’t go Rogue and hurt me the way that you’re thinking.” She looked up at him. “I love you, Kris, you love me, in the end, isn’t that all that is needed? Our love for each other?”
    Nodding he looked down at her pressing his forehead to hers, “Yeah,” he breathed letting her words reach him completely. “I can’t survive if you leave, Courtney, that I know for sure. Don’t ever leave me even if you think it’s for my own good, please,” he begged softly. He’d lock himself down and die of heartbreak, that he knew for sure. She was his, she was in him, she was his world and to remove herself that way would kill him as surely as the sun would rise come morning.
    “I won’t. I will stay here and at your side forever, Kris. I’m yours and you’re mine.” She moved closer to him. “I love you, Kris, I need you but first”—she smiled up at him—“we need food and I need to meet the wolves so that they don’t think that I am a new chew toy.” She loved being with him, very much so, however they did need to eat.
    Sliding his hands up and down her back he nodded again. “All right,” he said quietly. “And if they use you for a chew toy remind them I’ll use them for rugs,” he told her as he let her pull away. Moving to the fridge he pulled it open and dragged out the pot of stew he’d made the morning before. Pulling out dishes he put some in one before sliding it into the microwave to warm. “If you would like toast, the bread’s in there,” he pointed to the bread box on the counter. “And the toaster’s just in the cupboard to the left of the stove.”
    “I don’t eat bread but I can make you some if you want?” she asked and pulled the bread out as she did so. She couldn’t even stand the smell of bread, the yeast in it made her nose hurt. “I hate bread,” she said when he simply gave her a look. “I hate the yeast and wheat that is used in it.” She shrugged. “It makes me sick, massively, so I don’t eat it.”
    Lifting a brow at that he blinked as he looked her way. “Are you telling me that you allergic to it or that you have Celiac’s?” he asked moving toward her. Taking the bread he waved her away. “Git woman, I’ll do my own toast,” he murmured in concern even as he ran a hand down her arm.
    She was stunned. “How did you know?” Not many people knew the common warning signs of Celiac’s Disease, and for him to know without even pausing, she was stunned. “How could you have known that I have that?” she questioned. “Just because of my saying I don’t do bread?”
    “You said that you hated the yeast and wheat, that it made you ‘massively’ sick,” he quoted as he pushed the lever down and then went to collect the hot bowl of stew from the microwave. Sticking a spoon into it he passed it over. “Just because I’m a Wolf doesn’t mean I don’t keep up to date on human