Page 36 of Savage Fate

Avery scoffed. “Are you sure about that?”

No, I wasn’t, but I could get him to back down.

I hoped.

“He’s gone off on a run. I’ll know when he’s near.” I glared at Saint’s beta like he wasn’t at least a foot taller than me and twice as wide. “Are you going to move, or will I have to make you?”

Avery’s lips twitched in a smirk. “As if.”

“It’s fine.” Saint clapped the guy’s his thick shoulder. “We need to talk alone anyway.”

His beta didn’t look too happy, but he gave a curt nod and stepped aside to let us pass.

“We’ll see you back at home, right, Tate?” Ephraim called, concern curling around his words.

I peered over my shoulder at Fane’s uncle. “Of course. I won’t be long.”

Only as long as it took to break this damn fated mate bond.

Chapter

Eleven

“Where are we going?”Saint asked after a few minutes of awkward silence. “I think we’re far enough away to speak privately.”

“We’re not talking about this.” When I realized my fingers still clutched his arm, I released my tight grip. “We’re going to fix it.”

Lines developed across his forehead. “Fix it? What do you mean?”

“We’re almost there.”

After Fane and I had discovered our bond, we visited Cirilla, the old wolf with fae blood, to sever it. Breaking it was impossible, but our bond was unusual. She should know all about fated mate bonds. They could be broken if they weren’t solidified.

I wanted this thing dissolved before it had a chance to affect either one of us.

Cirilla’s cabin appeared like a fairy-tale cottage nestled in the forest. As I stomped up the stairs, my heart pounding, Saint followed with tense movements. Was she even home?

When I lifted my fist to pound on the door, it swung open.

As her perceptive gaze took us in, her mouth parted. “Oh dear.”

“Yeah,” I said, slipping under her thin arm to enter her home. “We have a problem.” She obviously sensed the fated mate bond that had unexpectedly made itself known.

She released the door and angled her head toward me, frowning. “Please, do come in, Tate.” Sarcasm coated her words.

“Not in the mood, Cirilla. I’m sure you can understand why.”

The old wolf sighed and turned to Saint, offering a sympathetic smile as he politely waited on the porch. “Please come in, Alpha Saint.”

As he entered and she shut the door, I paced the open area in front of the fireplace. It felt like just yesterday Fane and I had sat on the floor while she did some kind of magic crap to analyze our bond.

“How can this happen?” I asked, tugging on the ends of my long hair. “I’m already mated to someone else. Shouldn’t that make any other bond null and void?”

“I’m afraid it doesn’t work like that.” Cirilla grabbed a mug from the bar in the kitchen and sipped the steaming liquid. “You’re fated mates. It was going to reveal itself sooner or later.”

I studied the young alpha as he casually leaned against a worn wooden bookshelf, his arms crossed over his broad chest and shoulders relaxed, but it was just a mask. Nervous energy and unease twisted through him. Dark curls fell across his forehead, and shadows intensified the recesses beneath his sharp cheekbones.

There was no doubt about it. Saint Grimstone was hauntingly beautiful, like a lake drenched in stars and moonlight.

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