Page 15 of Heat Me

I froze, confused by his words. "What? Who?"

"My True Mate," he murmured. "I see him in my dreams, Storm. He’s beautiful. Absolutely stunning. Nothing like the beta I told you about. He has long black hair and green eyes, and he’s really short. When I meet him in my dreams, I even talk to him…"

I stared at Nathaniel, unsure if he’d lost it. Being alone for so many years was clearly taking its toll.

"I think he’s married," he continued softly. "He wears a ring. I try so hard to reach him, to make him tell me who he is, but it’s just impossible to get any information out of him. He smiles… and walks away."

Nathaniel’s face had a distant, unfocused look, his one good eye vacant as he gazed past me.

I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Right. So. Umm…"

How was I supposed to react to something like that?

But then a thought hit me. People thought I was crazy too, with my gut feelings about True Mate pairings. Maybe I wasn’t the best person to judge him? Maybe there was something to it?

"Nate, think about coming to the open fair. Fate’s Choice is having one next weekend. You should be there."

He glanced back out the window. "I promise nothing."

Then he turned back to me. "Anyway, let’s talk about Damien. Are you sure you don’t want to push him a bit? You’re taking a huge risk here. If I were you, I wouldn’t want the omega I’m into spending his heat fucking with another alpha."

I let out a loud exhale, annoyed we were back to this topic. "What am I supposed to say? ‘Hey, dump that guy and pick me, even though I turned you down before’?"

Nathaniel snorted. "Why not? Fight for it. Just tell him what you’re thinking!"

I smirked. "Maybe I would, but don’t forget my situation with the company. Ren’s already annoyed I pushed for the bodyguard position. Jun’s furious that I rejected the heat commission. And he’ll be even more enraged when I deny the Johanssons’ gig. If I start pressuring Damien—or worse, stalking him—he might tell them. I have to play it safe and just… hope for the best."

Nathaniel studied me for a moment, his expression softening. "I disagree here. I would fight for it anyway, but it’s your call."

I hesitated. "If he’ll even be able to have sex with another alpha, it means we weren’t True Mates after all, Nate. You know how it works with Trues, after their first sex. So, it’s a test, in a way."

Nate's eyes widened, and he made an appreciative hum.

"Good idea! You're right! I didn’t think about it."

I smirked and crossed my arms over my chest. "Yeah, soon we’ll know."

"Well, good luck, Storm. Just keep your cool, okay? Things have a way of working themselves out."

***

The following day, I spent in great anticipation and tension, with occasional glances at my phone. But it remained silent—no messages.

Despite acting cool about it in front of Nathaniel, I couldn’t say I was totally calm. I hoped for the best but hated the idea of being disappointed, discovering that Damien and I weren’t a thing after all.

So, the entire Saturday was devoted to tidying up the house and the backyard behind it. My mind was filled with various thoughts—sometimes optimistic, but the pessimistic ones were definitely more persistent. Nevertheless, I felt relieved that I was no longer forced to rely on commissions.

In the evening, my excitement and impatience grew. I felt a strange inner need to see Damien; thoughts of our shared night flooded my mind—the sight of his body, the cute sounds hemade, how I felt when I touched him, his softness, that ecstasy… It all stubbornly pushed its way into my head, coming back even as I tried to fight it off.

Could this be the famous ‘Pull’? The one that supposedly worked between True Mates from the moment they met, even if they were apart—growing stronger with each passing day? The need and desire to see the other person skyrocketing, becoming almost unbearable.

And although I hadn’t seen Damien for only two days, I already felt considerable anxiety and this overwhelming urge to do something absolutely foolish, like getting in the car and driving to his house.

The next day, Sunday, my need became even more intense. I couldn’t find peace. At times, I caught myself wandering around the backyard, absentmindedly circling the bushes. My mind was completely blank, but my body felt restless, almost trembling.

Damien didn’t call…

In the afternoon, I had to head out for my ‘date’ with the dog-man. I was almost looking forward to it, just to take my mind off Damien.

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