Page 21 of Destined to the Lycan
Amara raised her palm in an appeasing gesture and indicated for me to resume my seat.
“I know. Ulric confirmed as much. Please, sit down,” she said in a soothing voice.
My jaw dropped, and I remained frozen, my mind reeling until she once more gestured for me to sit.
“He did?” I asked, confused as I settled back down on the bench.
She nodded. “He claims that you believe we’re soulmates.”
A wave of heat rushed to my cheeks, which felt on the verge of bursting into flames. I squirmed on my seat, and scratched my nape, feeling mortified.
“That idiot speaks out of turn,” I grumbled. “He needs to learn to mind his own business.”
“Are you saying that he lied?” she pressed, clearly unwilling to let it go.
I wanted to drop the topic, especially since her face was impossible to read. What if I gave the wrong answer? What if I confessed and it turned her off?
“I’m just saying that it’s not important,” I replied evasively.
“It is important tome,” Amara said, her voice hardening slightly.
I inwardly cursed Ulric to the darkest pit of the Nine Hells as my mind raced to find a suitable answer.
“Amara, I will do everything in my power to get you to the cure and to protect you from any harm, including from myself,” I said, choosing my words carefully.
My stomach dropped at the way her face closed off, her air of disappointment cutting me deeper than the sharpest knife. I heaved a sigh, and my shoulders slouched in defeat. This was not how I wanted to broach the topic of the bond that united us.
“My physiological reactions in your presence say that you are indeed my Twin Flame,” I mumbled, my eyes lowered in shame.
I braced for an outraged outburst that never came. My whole life, I’d been told that it would be blasphemy and even criminal for one such as I to take a mate, and worse still, to reproduce.
“See? It wasn’t that hard,” Amara said in a soft voice.
Stunned, I flicked my gaze up to lock eyes with her. My jaw dropped at finding her smiling almost timidly at me.
“Is that why you agreed to help me?” she prodded further, tilting her head to the side.
Still flabbergasted by her reaction, I nodded absent-mindedly. “Mostly, yes. Although I would have likely tried to convince you to go a different route had you not been set on this mission by the Weaver.”
“So without those two factors, you would have turned me down like the others?” she insisted.
In that instant, I realized this line of questioning went beyond merely confirming a rumor she heard. My mate was assessing the type of male I was. I quelled my instinctive reaction to try and guess what answer she wanted from me. If Fate meant for us to be together, we would fall in love with who we were, and not who we pretended to be.
“Your being my Twin Flame means I would do anything in my power for you. But had you not been, I would have still tried to help you. I probably wouldn’t go to the same extremes that I’m willing to go to for you. But I honestly cannot say for certain what I would have done. What Icansay without a doubt is that, without the Weaver’s involvement, I don’t think I would have agreed to go all the way. Even now it feels like an insane undertaking,” I admitted.
Amara pursed her lips and slowly nodded as she weighed my words. “I understand. Truth be told, I came here believing no one would agree. So I’m glad you did.”
I gave her a timid smile, and a somewhat awkward silence settled between us. By the way she was looking at me, my mateseemed to expect me to say something more. I cleared my throat and went for it.
“Does it bother you that we are… fated?” I asked carefully, bracing for her response.
To my shock, Amara smiled, that same air of adorable shyness creeping back onto her beautiful face. She shook her head.
“Not at all. In truth, I find it very flattering,” she said sheepishly. “You’re a very handsome male. And by all accounts, wolf flames are extremely loyal and very protective of their mates. What woman wouldn’t want that for herself?”
“I am sick,” I challenged.
She shrugged. “So am I.”
