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“It’s not written in a textbook, Sinclair. What’s available for you to read is not the whole truth of it.”
“Then what does it mean?”
“It would form a bond between us. One that’s not easily broken. It’s still early for us to be considering that step, and you’d have to be sure that you want it.”
“I want it,” Sinclair insisted.
“There’s more. Once I bite you, everyone will know. Our scents will merge. I thought you’d want to talk to your family first. Let them hear it from you, not from the rumor mill. Who knows how that kind of news would make it back to them? And that’s not all…”
“What else?”
“Our relationship has no precedent. It’s unheard of for an alpha wolf to claim a vampire as their mate. I’m not even sure what will happen.”
Disappointment settled its ugly tendrils in Sinclair’s gut. He couldn’t help it. He’d never felt as strongly about anyone as he did about Mitchel.
“Don’t worry, Sinclair. We have all the time in the world. I want you. You know that, right?”
“I know. I want you too.”
“Good. Then let’s wait until I have a better idea what will happen. I’m going to speak to my uncle about us. I know he won’t be able to answer all my questions, but maybe he could shed some light on our situation.”
“I’ll tell my family. I want to tell them. Mind you, I don’t know how they’ll react. I’m nervous about it, but I want them to know. I want them to meet you.”
“And I want to meet them. In the meantime, you can just keep biting me.”
“Try to stop me.” Sinclair grinned.
“You’re a sloppy eater. You got blood all over your face and half the bed, you know.” Mitchel laughed and pinched his butt teasingly.
“You liked it.”
“I did.”
“Oh, no.”
Mitchel lifted his head to look at him. “What?”
Sinclair put on his best smirk. “We forgot the tie.”
CHAPTERTWENTY
Article by Supernatural Times Reporter Keller McCray
Convention for Peace a Huge Success!
All mannerof Earthly Supernaturals participated in the opening ceremony of the first Convention for Peace, breaking attendance records for the venue and shattering expectations. The crowd came in droves to listen to our venerated speakers and add to the discourse.
The atmosphere is electric, and our members are brimming with the joy that peace brings. The feast that followed was truly colossal, and we thank the Vampire Council for their generosity. Who knew there were so many kinds of broiled beast?
Join us again this evening as solutions are proposed to the Edict of Secrecy controversy. Be a part of the solution.
Though we may be divided in opinion, we stand together as a community to make peace our priority for the future.
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Mitchel
Mitchel awokewith Sinclair firmly plastered against his side, one arm thrown over his chest and shoulder, his fingers intertwined in Mitchel’s hair. Warmth and satisfaction radiated between them. He wasn’t sure how long he stayed that way, feeling the vampire’s heartbeat against his rib cage, syncing their breathing, enjoying the intimacy, but it was long after he’d normally rise. And long after his arm had gone numb.
