Page 51 of Alpha
"I heard that," I revealed as he released my hand and pulled me into his arms.
"It worked," he murmured as his lips feathered a kiss to my forehead. I couldn't help but smile.
If I don't hurry, I'm going to be late.
I pulled away from Cade and looked up at him.
"Was that you?" I asked. He shook his head as he watched me carefully.
I wonder if this is going to be enough food for lunch.
The next time he swings, I'll duck and swing with my right fist.
I need to finish repairing this before lunch.
One thought after another hit me and my head began to pound. It was like I was standing in a room full of people, all talking to me at the same time. I raised my hand and touched my forehead as I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to shut out the flow of thoughts into my mind.
"What's wrong?" Cade asked with concern.
"I don't know," I muttered as more and more thoughts flooded into my mind. I couldn't think because of the jumble of thoughts. The pounding in my head began to get worse and I stumbled forward.
Arms reached out to steady me, then I felt someone lift me up and carry me.
"Say something, Scar?" Cade said as he laid me down. I opened one eye to see I was lying on the couch. Gary and Blake were standing behind a kneeling Cade, watching with concern.
"I don't know what's happening," I said as more thoughts flitted through my head. I closed my eyes again to try and push the unwanted thoughts from my head but it only got worse.
The pain started to become unbearable. It felt like my head was going to explode from the overflow of thoughts. I cried out.
"Scar!" I heard Cade say desperately from beside me.
The pain became so unbearable that when the darkness came, I gave in to it.
When I woke up, my head was still sore but the invading thoughts were gone. I rubbed my forehead and opened my eyes. Even though the room was dark, I recognized it as my own. I spotted the tall, lean form of my mate beside me in a chair.
“You’re awake,” said Cade. I heard the relief in his voice.
I reached for the lamp on my side table and switched it on. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the light. I tried to figure out what had happened and what I was doing in my room. Cade watched me silently as I began to piece everything together.
I’d joined Cade’s pack and then thoughts from the members of his pack had begun to overload me. And then I’d passed out.
“How are you feeling?” he asked softly as he reached for my hand and held it in his.
“I’m okay,” I answered while trying to sit up. Immediately, Cade was standing and he helped me to sit. Once I was comfortable, he sat back down beside me in the chair.
“What happened?” I asked, still feeling a little disorientated.
“We think you got overloaded with thoughts from my pack,” he explained. “I’m sorry—I had no idea that would happen.”
“Why do you think it happened?” I asked, rubbing my temple. If he hadn’t seen it coming, then it wasn’t something normal.
“I think it’s because you haven’t grown up in a pack. Most werewolves have and we learn from an early age how to cope with thoughts from the other pack members. It almost becomes second nature for us.”
It made sense.
“So because I haven’t been raised in a pack, I didn’t know how to cope with all the thoughts?” I asked.
“Yes, pretty much,” he answered. “I’ve never had anyone join my pack that hadn’t been brought up in a pack before, so they knew how to control the mind-link.”
