Page 4 of The Alpha's Broken Oath

“Did you not tell me because of Jake? Because if that’s the case, you shouldn’t be worried about him. I love you, Deacon. I have loved you since the day we first met. I’ve always felt a connection with you, even before I got my wolf. “

Deacon takes a step back, as if he’s repulsed by the thought of us being mates. The action itself makes my heart almost crack into two halves.

“You are young, Winter. Young people fall out of love all the time.”

How dare he put my age as an excuse not to yield to our bond?

“You think I’ll fall out of love with you? Especially now that I know we are mates?”

“I think you are the same little girl who’s been following me, hoping I’ll give her a little attention and right now, she can’t seem to understand that we are not what she wants us to be.”

Everything inside me rages to turn around, find a way out of here, and never think of Deacon again. If this is the man I fell in love with, I would rather fall out of love. The other part of me, which is controlled by my wolf, begs me to stay and convince this man I’m his rightful mate.

I can hear my wolf beg me not to leave and not to let Deacon’s words hurt us, even though all his words have done is break us.

I close the space between us, standing in front of him so that our eyes can meet, and he has no choice but to see me and listen to me.

“Then, look me in the eye and reject me, Deacon. If you think I’m still a little girl you don’t want as your mate, reject me and my wolf so we can move on to a guy who’ll actually care about our bond.”

‘Don’t reject us.’

My wolf howls inside of me like it’s her biggest fear. I’m in the same boat because if our mate rejects us, I don’t think we could ever recover.

Deacon holds my chin, and it trembles the minute we lock eyes.

Hot, betraying tears stream down my cheeks as I await his answer, and in the anticipation of it all, I can hear my wolf calling to him the way a siren lures men to their deaths. I can feel her vulnerability in my tears, too.

I expect Deacon to tell me I should start walking home.

What I don’t expect?

I don’t expect him to lick my tears and whisper, “I’m so sorry, baby.”

And I most especially don’t expect him to smash his lips with mine.

CHAPTER TWO

DEACON

‘Stay away from my sister, Deacon. She’s at this age where she thinks you are the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen when it’s so far from the truth.’

That was Jake a week ago when I spoke to his sister at their home.

‘Forget about the Cavanaugh girl, or I’ll take matters into my own hands, son.’

That was my father’s warning the minute I turned eighteen and told him who my mate was.

Right now, a thousand thoughts swirl in my mind. Thoughts I shouldn’t entertain—thoughts I should never act upon.

If Jacob doesn’t kill me for this, then my father will. I’ll be six feet under once he finds out. But maybe this is worth it.

Winter Cavanaugh has been on my mind since she became of age. I knew she was my mate and my every thought has revolved around her.

Starting from the roots of that shiny blonde hair of hers, to the freckles on her nose, to those green orbs she has for eyes, all the way to those pink lips that look kissable from a mile away; this woman has been the death of me, and she has no clue just how much.

I’ve seen her watching me, going to an extent of coming to the training grounds to cheer me on. Every single second, my wolf has been craving nothing but her, her scent, and everything that encompasses Winter Cavanaugh.

I’ve tried getting my wolf to be satisfied with other women, but that has proved impossible because we are attracted to one woman. The woman my wolf and I are not supposed to touch or think about while having a cold shower with a raging boner every single night.

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