Chapter .36.

She crawled within his outstretched arms, and just as the heaviness leaked away and his arms came to a tight closing, she whispered from beneath his neck; "I do not feel beautiful much, but when I do, it is always here, right here: painted in your arms  ~Christopher P.  *** "I think...you need to talk to your mate." Alpha Brandon looks from me to Atlas. I still can't look at him. Still can't look and see what face he is making. "Lexie should just leave with us. We can protect her." Mark rises from his seat, anger clear in his voice. But Alpha Brandon shakes his head, "As much as we don't like it Mark, Lexie is part of the Alba Rosa pack. It's their duty to protect her now. All we can do is warn them." "I don't care!" Mark bangs his fist on the table, "This is my sister. We are our own pack." "Let me talk to her Mark." Atlas's voice