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My fork hovers over the lasagna. "It's a little hard when you're standing there watching my every move."
His frown deepens. The muscle in his jaw ticks once, twice. Finally, a hissing sound escapes through his teeth—not quite a sigh, and more like steam escaping a pressure valve. "I'll leave you in peace, then."
A second later, the door slams shut.
Did I… offend him?
Chapter thirty
Caine: Behaving Strangely
CAINE
There's something strange about her tonight. She's calmer than this morning, a little more assured, despite the familiar scent in her room. Storming down the hall, I snap at Fenris,Are you sure it's him?
When have I ever mistaken a scent? It's the wolf who followed her when we first met.His irritation only feeds mine, like a cloud of dark energy following behind.
No new injuries marred her skin, no fresh bruises. At least there's that. But that doesn't explain the scent of another wolf in her room. A Blue Mountain wolf. One who shouldn't dare approach…
"Damn it. She's driving me crazy."
It will only get worse if you keep denying our connection to her.
The tattoos on my neck burn, and I lift my upper lip in a snarl. "Everything will be fine once I settle things." The others were right; she's a victim, not a prisoner. And yet I can't bring myself to send her back to human society.
She's been under Brax's thumb for six years. There are things she needs in order to survive as a human. A driver's license. A place to live. Money. Food. A job.
The more I think of, the worse it feels to even consider sending her back to the humans. At least if I brought her with us, she would have shelter, food, and never have to work again—
Shit. Fenris is messing with my thoughts again. Now I'm even considering bringing her to our pack, as if a human could ever survive surrounded by Lycans.
I want nothing more than peace in my head again. Peace without this obsessive need to surround myself in the aroma of blueberry muffins fresh out of the oven. Without imagining how her hair would feel between my fingers. Without wondering what her skin tastes like…
My mind betrays me, conjuring an image of her bare beneath me, her skin flushed and warm beneath my touch. I see every curve, every soft plane of her body, exposed for my eyes alone, the vision so vivid I can almost feel her pulse beneath my—
Fuck.
I shake my head sharply, forcing the image away.
This obsession Fenris has forced upon me is disrupting everything. I've already killed for her, and I'm acting…
Strangely,Fenris agrees.I'm glad you're finally seeing it.
"Because of you," I grumble.
No. Because you're fighting what we both know is true. My mind is clear because I've accepted our connection with the human. You, on the other hand, seem perfectly willing to descend into madness with your denial.
"Ignoring a mate bond doesn't cause madness. Some even reject their mates." Or so I've heard. I've never had much interest in the issue. One mate was enough.
You're not a normal wolf. Or even a normal Lycan.
A grunt escapes my throat. The cost of the throne weighs heavy, its evidence marked on my skin in the form of tattoos. The separation between wolf and man comes at a steep price. It leaves me stripped of the natural balance other shifters enjoy.
Where they feel love, I feel possession. Where they feel protectiveness, I feel rage. Where they feel desire...
The gods gave you power, but they took your humanity in exchange.
I reach the end of the hall and turn, pacing back the way I came. The Blue Mountain shifter standing guard outside her door stiffens. It wasn't his scent in her room, but he probably knows who it was.
