Page 1 of Foretold

CHAPTER ONE

Astrid

When I open my eyes and look around, I’m surprised to find myself back at our home in our old village—the house I grew up in with August after my mother died. August is here, which is what I was hoping for, but what I did not expect was to land from my first zip on a bed right next to him. A bed where he is currently fucking another woman!

“Shit,” I curse, getting up off the bed.

August opens his brown eyes, his brow furrowing as he processes what he sees—me—now in the corner of his bedroom, watching him fuck a woman from behind. His stomach’s corded muscles tense with each thrust, and the woman moans loudly. He’s even more ripped than I remember, and my shocked gaze follows a drop of sweat dripping down his toned torso.

What feels like minutes but is only a few long, awkward seconds, he stops his movements, much to the woman’s dismay.

“Don’t stop,” she moans, pushing back against him.

“Star?” he asks, his shoulders rigid. His eyes widen in shock when he takes me in. “Am I fucking losing it?”

“No, I’m here,” I reply, clearing my throat. “I’m sorry. I zipped for the first time and ended up…” I trail off as the woman turns her head to me, eyes narrowing. “I’m going to go.”

“No, wait,” he rumbles, and there’s some shuffling behind me as I move quickly out the door.

Fuck.

I’ve never seen August even check out another woman in front of me before, and now I’ve seen…

… well,that.

Did I make a mistake coming here?

I don’t know how much time I have until Rave realizes I’m gone and gets Soren to track me again, but August is the only person I thought to run to. Maybe that was selfish of me. My legs take me to the front door, but August grabs my hand and stops me.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks in his deep voice, spinning me around to face him. “Are you okay? I didn’t think I’d see you again after last time.”

I stare up at him as he takes me in, his eyes tracing over my features. His throat bobs as he swallows. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, Star.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here,” I reply, trying to pull my hand out of his, but he only holds on tighter.

His brown eyes harden. “What do you mean? This is your home. You come here whenever the fuck you want. I’myourhome.”

His words echo my thoughts when I left Rave’s house.

The one he’d never took me to.

“August, what the hell is going on?” the woman asks, stepping out in a brown dress, her shoes in her hand.

“Go,” he commands, keeping his eyes on me.

“August—”

“Now,” he says, not even bothering to look at her.

She releases a gigantic huff before she leaves, slamming the door behind her.

“That wasn’t nice,” I mutter, sighing as he pulls me against his chest. He smells like sex mixed with his familiar, fresh, masculine scent. His big hands stroke down my back, and I close my eyes, enjoying the moment.

“Where’s your mate?” he asks, bringing me back to my life’s reality.

“I don’t have much time until Soren will track me again. I just had to get out of there, and I didn’t know where to go,” I explainin a rush, stepping back and looking into his eyes. “I can’t stay here, and I don’t want Rave to come after you.”

He studies me for a few moments and then nods once. “I’ll pack a bag, and we can go.”

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