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“Now, I’ll remove these,” I say, “but you mustn’t bite.”
Predictably, she bites me as soon as the muzzle is off.Reacting instinctively, which only serves to anger me further, so I bite her back, a warning and to show her my teeth are a lot fucking sharper.She whimpers and I move to grab the muzzle when she burrows beneath the blankets with the chain aroundher neck.Yawning, I pick up my book.
“She really doesn’t like us,” Deacon huffs.I reopen my book, finding the page I was on, while Emery’s wolf squirms beneath the blankets trying to escape the chain.
After a few hours, I can tell Emery’s wolf is starting to tire; her movements become more sluggish and she yawns.Exhaustion has taken hold, but her stubbornness persists.She’ll fight till the end.
I’ve nearly finished my book when she pops her head out from under the blanket.She growls at me.
“I don’t speak growl, use the mind-link to speak to me or shift back and give Emery control and I will remove the chain,” I tell her without peering away from my book.Turning the page, Elara slides out completely from under the sheet and stares at us with wild, angry eyes before turning away sharply, curling against one of my pillows in pure defiance.
We both watch silently until finally we hear a deep snore reverberate throughout our room, signaling that Emery’s wolf has drifted off.I finish my book before closing it and set it aside.Reaching over, I flick the lamp off and adjust my pillow yet laying down I feel cold without Emery’s touch.I tug the blanket up before grabbing the chain and dragging her wolf closer, which wakes her instantly.If she doesn’t give me my mate back, then fine she’ll play substitute, I toss my arm over her.
“Bite me, and I will force you to submit.Now sleep, we can fight more tomorrow since you are so keen on it!”I tell her.Elara growls softly, her body tense, but she can’t fight exhaustion forever and eventually crashes.
Hours pass when I feel the first glimmers of consciousness return from Emery, it startles me at first because I feel her fighting against her wolf, forcing herself to merge with her so she can shift back.Her claws rake down my legs, cutting me to pieces, and I hiss.
“That’s my girl,” I mind-link Emery.She whimpers and I feel Deacon trying to explain to her how to shift back, what to focus on.
“I can’t,” she groans, and I stroke her wolf’s fur only to feel Elara awaken to Emery’s struggle.
“Dion, please,” Emery chokes out through the mind-link as Elara tries to shut her back out.My grip on her tightens.
“Command me!”she begs.
“You’ll submit if I do,” I remind her.
“I don’t care.She will shut me out, please, Dion,” she all but shouts through the bond and I can feel her torment.Feel Elara fighting her for control, control Emery is losing.Grabbing the scruff of her neck, I turn Elara’s face back to me.
“You’re hurting your human counterpart, stop fighting her, or I will command you!”I warn.Elara snarls, but I growl back.“1… 2… I will command you dormant, so choose.Give me back my mate!”I snarl, my grip tightening.
“She wants her wolf, but I don’t need this side of you,” I tell her firmly, my voice taking on a commanding tone.“Release her, or I will command you to remain dormant.”
She whimpers as my aura rushes out.I don’t need her wolf.Of course I want Emery to bond with her wolf, but not at the cost of losing Emery.If I have to choose, I choose Emery; she is not needed in our bond.So I smother her with my aura threateningly, Emery wants out and Elara is keeping her, not for much longer; soon she won’t have a choice.But finally, Elara realizes I mean what I say and the thread of her resistance snaps, and she slowly shifts, handing the reins back to Emery.
I let out a breath, feeling her body contort, and start to transform, her bones snapping, and moving.Emery screams, and I know it’s her wolf’s way of punishing her.Finally, skin replaces fur as her legs slide against mine.
“Almost, love, focus,” I whisper, knowing she is in pain.Giving her a slight nudge I let my aura wash gently over her, without the command behind it, and she finally shifts back breathless like she just ran a marathon.
The room is dark and still, the only sound is Emery’s harsh breathing.She lay on the bed, her body aching from the intense shift and the mental strain of merging with Elara beforeretaking control.Her breaths come in shallow waves as she tries to process everything that has happened, and her entire body shakes.I tug the blanket up and pull her closer.“You’re okay, I am right here, you can rest now, love,” I tell her.
Chapter 34
I lay here, the scent of rain-soaked earth wafting in throughthe open windows, mingled with Dion’s distinctive aroma.
“Dion,” I whisper, his name a question and a statement all at once.He turns to me, his deep red eyes meeting mine, and I am lost in their intensity.His face is etched with worry and exhaustion.Elara is quietly angry with me.She doesn’t understand how I can let him back; she believes he killed my parents in cold blood, but after everything, I have my doubts.I am now doubting my entire life, my existence.Knowing what I know now, I know Dion doesn’t do things for no reason.Even if his reason is sometimes wrong, there always is one.
“I’m here,” he says, his voice a low rumble that soothes my frayed nerves.
I reach for his hand, but he rolls, pushing between my legs.He pushes my hair back from my face.I let out a shaky breath, only for his lips to mold around mine gently.His kiss is all consuming, stealing what little air is in my lungs but I would happily suffocate for this man right now.He rolls back onto his side, pulling me on top of him.I rest my head on his chest, his fingertips lazily moving across my ribs as he draws patterns withhis fingers, his touch relaxing me further.
As the rain continues to fall outside, we lay there in silence, listening to the steady rhythm of each other’s breathing.
“How are you feeling?”he asks, his voice laced with a concern that seems almost out-of-place coming from him, but I feel the bond, like an explosion, the walls separating me from this man, from the bond, having been blasted apart, and I am flooded with the bond.Awakened by it.
“Emery?”he murmurs softly when I don’t answer straight away.
“Exhausted,” I admit, my voice barely above a husky murmur.My gaze locks with his, searching for something, anything, that might betray what’s going on in that complex mind of his as I rest my chin on my hand.
