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“I think she’s my mate,” Rafe says, sounding as sick about it as I feel.

I am surprised to hear him say that, but I know he would not make the statement lightly. A declaration of mate bond is not something that a wolf does without knowing it deep in his soul. It is a feeling that cannot be denied and cannot be ignored. It is an imperative in the truest sense.

Kirin parks the van suddenly and turns on Rafe with ardent fury, nearly coming over the back of the seat.

“We can’t both be her mate. That’s not possible. You’re probably just horny. You don’t get laid enough.”

“You forget who you’re talking to, boy,” Rafe growls back.

I think we are all forgetting ourselves. When we saw Darcy fight, we were impressed. When we saw her shift, we knew we needed to get her out of the academy. We knew she needed to be free.

They look at me to adjudicate, as if I could pick between them, hand her over to one of them.

“Bad news, boys. I think we just all got sucked in. Mate bonds are unpredictable, and powerful. There wasn’t any way of knowing this would happen. We’ve got to keep our cool.”

“Not you too?” Rafe looks at me, heartbroken.

“I’m sorry, but yeah. Me too.”

“No. I don’t share,” Kirin snarls. “She’s mine. There’s no way she isn’t mine. I feel like I want to crawl out of my skin to be inside her.”

“That’s a graphic image,” Rafe says.

“It’s not unheard of for mate bonds to be formed within a pack when there are few females available,” I remind them. “And with the king hoarding all female wolves, there are almost none in the wild. She’s young, she’s fertile…”

“She’s beautiful,” Rafe adds.

“Yes. It’s no wonder that our true beasts have imprinted on her. We’ve always known we wouldn’t get a choice in who we fell for. The last thing any of us need right now is to be at odds. This is a good thing. A very, very good thing.”

I take my cape off, pick up Darcy’s insensate body, and wrap her up nice and snug. Her being naked this way is not going to be good for her. She needs to be covered. She needs to be looked after. She needs to be protected.

“All of us?” Kirin asks. “Is that possible?”

“It’s more than possible,” I say. “It’s happening. Now, please, let’s get her somewhere safe.”

“My place, or the woods?” Kirin asks the question as he starts the van up again.

“Woods,” I say. “She’s obviously used to having the run of the city. Let’s try to keep her out of trouble for a bit.”

Little do I know as I say those words that there is absolutely no way for anybody on this planet to keep Darcy out of trouble.

CHAPTER 5

Einar

Our little captive mate wakes up while we’re driving. She’s exhausted, but the mate bond that we’re all feeling is acting on her the same way it is on us. That means one thing: she wakes up horny.

She is such a pretty young woman. She has a cute face and eyes that project everything she’s feeling. She is also absolutely saturated with desire. In the confined space of the van, she is producing pheromones at a rate that will drive us all into madness, involuntary shifts, or worse. Opening a window makes it slightly better, but does not entirely remove the problem.

“Do something about her,” Kirin growls. “I can’t concentrate on driving with a raging fucking erection.”

“If she came, she might stop outputting quite so many pheromones,” I say.

“Make her come then.”

“What are you talking about?” Darcy cuts in as she comes to consciousness fully. “Make me come? I’m not a dog, and besides, I’m already here.”

It’s possible she doesn’t know much about the parlance of sex if she’s never formed the mate bond, and therefore the mate interest. She is going to need some education in these matters, and there is no time like the present. Usually the first mating between fated mates is intense, even rough. It is the unleashing of pure instinct.

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