Page 11 of Forced Knocked-Up Mate

“Something weird is going on,” I whisper.

“We already established that,” she huffs. “Why are you walking up and down my garden path like that?”

“I can’t move too far away from you,” I say. “You try it.”

Her eyes widen, and she looks at me with surprise. “Something happened when I went to get the robes.”

“Well, try it again,” I say. “I want to know if it’s happening to both of us.”

She nods slowly, then turns around to go inside. I hear her footsteps move through the house, then out the front door. Inwardly, I count the steps.

She’s maybe… fifty feet away?

Suddenly, there’s a thud and a shriek before Lucy appears on the steps. Her hair is a little frizzy, and her face is white from shock.

“It’s a forced teleport,” she says.

“A what?”

“We’re tethered together.” She moans, dropping her head into her hands and raking her fingers through her hair. “The spell went wrong.”

Details add up very quickly in my mind, and suddenly, everything makes sense.

“What?” I ask, my voice low and dangerous. I take a few steps towards her. “What are you talking about? What spell?”

She looks up at me, and her eyes glint with tears. She looks frustrated more than sad, though.

“I did a spell last night,” she says. “I was thinking about a lover… and… and…”

“And what?” I try not to yell. I’m inches away from her now, and even though my fury is rising, my attraction for her is, too.

She shakes her head. “I’m sorry. This is on me. I totally fucked up. I brought you here, and now we’re tethered.”

“Undo it!” I yell. “Right now!”

“I don’t know if I can!” she cries.

“Well, you better try—”

I grab her arm, intending to get her to look at me so my words will have a greater impact. When my hand closes on her shoulder, a wave of arousal floods through me. It’s so powerful, I actually stagger on my feet.

My wolf howls inside me, an expression of pure joy. Something deep in my soul resonates, a place of stillness and comfort where once there was only fear and loneliness.

She’s my mate!

No…

I let go of her and stumble away, trying to deny the feeling. Even though I’m not touching her, I can’t get her scent out of my nose.

Like fresh peaches, ripe on the branch. The smell is so delicate but mouthwateringly sweet. Soft, silky outer edges… firm, ripe, and juicy inside—

“Fuck!” I yell, grabbing my temples. My heart is pounding like the panicked hooves of a bolting horse. “I have to get out of here,” I gasp, turning and running away from her. I don’t get far before I hear the snap and end up right back in front of her again.

I call on my wolf, asking him to rise and break this spell. The moment of transition when we shift has a powerful magic all its own. It can break some spells and conquer small enchantments.

But my wolf refuses to rise. And I get the uncomfortable feeling that if he did, all my canine side would do is curl up at Lucy’s feet with his nose in her lap.

“I’m sorry,” Lucy says, shaking her head. Tears are running down her cheeks. She looks so miserable, I almost put my arms around her. But the memory of what happened the last time I touched her keeps my hands by my sides.

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