Page 15 of His Spellbound Mate

"You’re my fated mate," Neville said, the words feeling strange and powerful as he said them out loud.

Tamzyn’s eyes widened, her expression shifting from anger to disbelief. "What? No, that’s not possible."

But it was possible. Neville could feel it in his bones, in the way his wolf had responded to her from the moment they met. There was a bond between them, one that was written in the stars, in the very fabric of their beings. And that bond had disrupted her magic, just as his presence had disrupted her life.

"It makes sense," Neville said, taking a cautious step toward her. "The way we’ve been drawn to each other…”

“I’m not drawn to you.”

“Liar. Your magic won’t work on me, and it should further your belief that we are meant to fight whatever this rising evil is together… it’s all connected."

Tamzyn shook her head, taking a step back. "This can’t be happening. I don’t want this."

Neville felt a pang of hurt at her words, but he pushed it aside. He knew this wasn’t easy for her. It wasn’t easy for him either. The idea of being bound to someone, of having a fated mate, was something he had never truly considered. But now that it was here, now that it was real, he couldn’t ignore it.

"You don’t have to want it," Neville said gently. "But it’s still true. We’re fated, Tamzyn. And we can’t change that."

She looked at him, her green eyes searching his for something—answers, reassurance, maybe even hope. But all he could offer her was the truth, the truth that had been thrust upon them both.

For a long moment, they stood there in silence, the tension between them thick and heavy. Neville could see the conflict in her eyes, the way she was struggling to reconcile what she knew with what she felt. And he understood because he was feeling the same way.

Finally, Tamzyn took a deep breath, her shoulders sagging as if the weight of the world had settled on them. "I need to think," she said quietly. "This is… it’s too much."

Neville nodded, stepping back to give her space. "Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere."

Tamzyn glanced at him, her expression softening just a fraction. "Thank you," she murmured, before turning and walking to the window, staring out at the darkened woods beyond.

Neville watched her, his heart heavy with a mix of emotions. This was not how he had expected things to go. But life had a way of throwing curveballs, and it seemed fate had decided to give them both the ultimate challenge.

As the silence stretched on, Neville’s thoughts drifted to the dangers that still lurked beyond the safety of the compound. The prophecy, the dark magic in the woods, the disappearances—everything was connected, and now, so were they. If they were going to face what was coming, they would have to do it together.

And he would protect her, no matter what.

A soft knock on the door drew his attention, and Neville turned to see Garrett standing in the doorway, his expression tense. "Alpha," Garrett said, his voice low, "we need to talk."

Neville glanced at Tamzyn, who remained by the window, lost in her thoughts. He nodded to Garrett, motioning for him to step inside. Neville could feel the weight of his responsibilities settling back onto his shoulders.

"What is it?" Neville asked, keeping his voice low.

Garrett’s expression was grim. "We’ve received word of another disappearance. This time, it’s one of our own. A young wolf, barely out of his teens. His scent trail just… vanished."

Neville’s heart sank. The danger was escalating, and now it was hitting closer to home. "How long ago?"

"Just before sunset," Garrett replied. "The others are out searching, but I don’t think they’ll find anything. Whatever’s taking people, it’s getting bolder."

Neville clenched his fists, anger and frustration boiling beneath the surface. He had to protect his pack, his territory—and now, Tamzyn, as well. But the threat they were facing was unlike anything he had encountered before, and it was growing stronger by the day.

"We’ll find him," Neville said, his voice hard with determination. "And we’ll find out who’s behind this."

Garrett nodded, but there was a shadow of doubt in his eyes. "What about her?" He jerked his head toward Tamzyn who was still standing by the window.

Neville’s gaze softened as he thought of Tamzyn, of the bond that had just been revealed between them. "She’s my fated mate, Garrett. We’re connected, whether we like it or not. And I’m going to protect her, just like I’ll protect the rest of the pack."

Garrett studied him for a moment, then nodded slowly. "All right. But be careful, Neville. This is uncharted territory, and we don’t know what we’re up against."

"I know," Neville replied, his voice resolute. "But we’ll face it together."

As Garrett left, Neville followed him through the door and lingered outside the room, his thoughts racing. The bond between him and Tamzyn was undeniable, but it was also new, fragile. They had so much to figure out, so much to face.

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