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Outside of the small clinic, he had gained a new confidence that saw him carrying his now muscular shoulders much higher, more smiles gracing his pale lips — his return to training had been the kickstart that he needed. However, the second he stepped inside those doors and headed down the short hallway, Vincenzo's entire demeanor seemed to sink in on itself. What if she no longer wanted him? What if she blamed him for the loss of their pup? There was no training, no advice from his older and wiser cousins that could prepare him for the words that would come from his beloved's lips. Would she be furious with him for returning to training or had he made her proud? Was he on the right track to regaining her love or was she ready to wash her paws of him?
He stepped into the small room and there she sat, looking more fragile than ever, her skin grown even paler from lack of sunshine. But her stunning cornflower blue eyes were so alert and they ran up and down his body slowly, assessing. "Vincenzo," she greeted, her tone neutral inside his panicked ears.
Without another word, he stepped forward and enveloped her tiny body in his arms, pulling her snug against him and trying to convince her of his undying devotion through their mere physical proximity. He pressed a delicate kiss into her white hair and felt the tears immediately begin to flow. "My love," he sucked in a shaky breath. "My love, I will never be worthy of you." No forethought went into his confession: the truth of the words merely eked from between his lips.
Isolde slowly eased from his embrace, brought his right hand up to her lips, and pressed a soft kiss onto his large knuckles. "My love, you are worthy. Please not say that you are not worthy!"
His hazel eyes widened dramatically at this. "But—"
She raised a dainty hand to quiet him, then licked her parched lips slowly. "My love, it has been a lifetime but I have finally come to terms with what has happened to us and our unborn pup. It was tragic and my heart grieves every moment of the day for our losses, but it was no one's fault that he was lost. We must come together to carry onward, this is what the goddess would desire of us and what our pup would want of us. Do you believe this too? Please tell me that you do, for I must know that we are in agreement upon this matter."
Vinny's eyes remained wide, and a solitary tear slowly inched down his left cheek. "Yes, my love. I agree."
"You have returned to training," she observed, squeezing one of his biceps. "You are working hard to regain your footing."
He nodded. "I felt that, if I could reclaim my position as Delta, I might regain your heart." Bowing his head in shame, he drew in a slow breath and avoided Isolde's intense eyes. "I wanted to be good enough to be your mate, to make you proud of me once again. I cannot bear the thought that you have lost faith in me, my love."
Isolde nodded slowly and the faint traces of a smile crossed her lips. "You have succeeded admirably, my love." She pressed her cheek against his chest and hugged him tight once again. "I am most proud of the man that you have become and I feel that, together, we can conquer anything. Do you not agree?"
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