Page 84 of Puck Your Charity

"You feel perfect." Pressing hot kisses across her jawline, I confess the truth. "I love you, Olive."

"I love you, too." The whispered confession brushes against my ear.

The three words melt the last of my restraint, filling my chest with a profound, overwhelming need to claim her with absolute devotion.

"Let me stay with you." Holding her hips secure, I guide myself forward with a deep, steady push.

Easing the swollen knot past her threshold allows my knot to slip inside her core, locking us together.

"Law!” her inner walls clench and spasm around my shaft. The intense connection fries my control, pulling a ragged groan from my throat. My hips stutter against the mattress. I pump wave after wave of hot come deep inside her.

Staying locked together in the ruined bedding, chest to chest, I wrap my arms around her and pull her tight against my side. Pressing my face into her dark hair, I inhale her sweet apple pie scent. The quiet morning stretches out in front of us, leaving me content to spend the rest of the day holding her.

We spend the afternoon hanging out in the living room. The television plays a sports highlights channel with the volume turned down low. The mansion feels relaxed.

Olive sits on the plush rug right between my spread legs. She leans her head back against my knee, reading a paperback thriller. I run my fingers through her dark bob while her scent drifts up to my nose, smelling like content, calm apple pie.

Finn occupies the far end of the leather sectional. Malcolm sits in a velvet armchair near the window, scrolling through a digital tablet. Victor stretches out on the opposite sofa, reading a new paperback on trauma recovery.

The awkward tension from the past few weeks is gone. Getting the permanent bond tied our lives together. Being a solid unit feels good.

Victor's cell phone blares a loudringtone from the speaker, breaking the quiet. Picking the phone up from his chest, he glances at the screen and frowns.

Hitting the accept button, Victor brings the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

Olive's phone buzzes on the floor next to her leg at the same time. Reaching over, she grabs the device as the screen lights up with a new text message.

Watching Victor's face, I notice him sit up straight on the sofa. His blue eyes go wide, the color draining from his skin to leave him pale and shocked. Gripping the phone tight, he speaks into the receiver with a shaking voice.

"Are you sure? You ran the panel twice?"

He listens to the voice on the other end of the line. A look of total awe washes over his face.

Down on the floor, Olive lets out a gasp. Dropping her phone onto the rug, her hands fly up to cover her mouth. Tears well in her brown eyes and spill over her eyelashes.

"Elena texted." Looking up at me, her voice trembles with intense excitement. "They found a match for Sam. The registry located a donor. The doctor just called Elena to give her the news. He gets his transplant."

Pausing the television, Finn leans forward while Malcolm lowers his tablet. We all look at Olive, soaking in the incredible news that a kid who went through hell gets a second chance at life.

Lowering his phone from his ear, Victor stares across the coffee table at Olive with a trembling hand. Ending the call, he swallows hard, his chest heaving with a jagged breath.

"The bone marrow registry just called me. I matched. I share a one-in-a-million tissue match with a pediatric patient. They want me to come down to the clinic tomorrow to start the donation process."

It has to be for Sam, right? The text came at the same time.

Silence fills the room. It feels crazy, but it makes sense. Facing his worst fear to apologize to a sick kid put him in the exact position to save that kid's life.

Staring at Victor, tears stream down Olive's flushed cheeks before a bright smile breaks across her face. Scrambling off the floor, she crosses the living room and launches herself onto the sofa next to Victor. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she buries her face in his shoulder.

"You did it." Sobbing against his shirt, she grips the fabric tight. "You saved him."

Wrapping his arms around her waist, Victor buries his nose in her dark hair. Looking up at me, Finn, and Malcolm, his icy eyesshine with unshed tears. The broken, arrogant asshole vanished, leaving a devoted Alpha sitting on the couch holding our mate.

"I'll do whatever it takes." The whispered promise gets lost in her hair.

Grinning, Finn wipes a stray tear from his own eye while Malcolm nods, a look of deep pride settling over his features.

Leaning back against the cushions, a warm sense of joy fills my chest. Sharing a permanent bond means everything, but knowing our pack possesses the power to save a kid's life takes the feeling to a new height. Watching Victor hold Olive confirms without a doubt that we figured things out, and the future looks brighter than I ever imagined.