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“A week later, Griselda, the very person who asked about the spell, met her mate.” Her face scrunches as she winces at what she’s about to confess next. “Two weeks later, I see Vlad on the internet vacationing in the Maldives with a human.”
“Aubrey showed up a week before we opened,” I say, chills going down my spine at what she has possibly done.
Her brow creases as her gaze flicks to Whitley. “I may, or may not, have cursed you to find your true mates.”
“Bloody hell.”
“I know. It’s crazy, right?” Odette mutters, before rotating her hand and snapping her fingers for another glass and downing her second martini.
Chapter 29
Whitley Whitt
Claws for alarm.
“Lachlan is movingin the moat for the first time in ages, Vlad is now mated, and I have just found mine. How can younotknow who you cursed?” Connor asks, leaning against a massive bookshelf, his tone furious.
I sigh heavily, trying to keep up with the conversation.
“Are you really bitching at me about helping you find your true mates right now? Do you even know the odds of being able to find one?” Odette bites out from her seat.
I shuffle my shoes against the thick library carpet and wiggle on the couch, wishing we could get this over with. Every once in a while, as Odette’s talking to Connor, her gaze flicks to me. Then, an eerie sensation sweeps over my skin, making my body react to something, but not my wolf form.
It’s not painful, just a strange stirring, as if she’s assessing something. I have a feeling if Connor knew he would not be happy about it.
“You can’t just go around cursing people,” he thunders. “How does that even happen?”
“I don’t know. My magic has been a bit more haywire than usual,” she answers, her cheeks turning rosy with anger.
“So, let me get this straight,” I say, as I lean my forearms on my thighs. “You did a spell that’s making people—supernatural people, sorry—find their mates.”
“Yes.” The lady arches a black brow, as if daring me to refute her.
“So, what would that mean for us?” I ask. Is this permanent? Do I want it to be? Everything is happening so quickly, and it’s taking everything I have not to freak right out. “And why am I suddenly turning into the wolf woman who needs a good wax job?”
“She doesn’t smell nor shift like a werewolf,” Connor chimes in, folding his arms as he leans. “She smells like me and can control her form, but that’s supposedly impossible, right? I can’t change a human with my bite. I’ve never been able to.”
“Well, as we’ve always known, lycans are the reason werewolves and shifters exist in the first place. One bite on a full moon and the human is cursed to change every time it pops into the sky to say hello. Breeding with humans outside of the mate bond has left us with common wolf shifters instead. Even werewolves can turn each other under the right conditions, but you, Doyle? No, by all accounts, you’re not a normal lycan and you’ve never had that ability.”
“So you’re saying you don’t know shit?” I ask, not meaning to be rude as I fall back into the couch with a sigh, my emotions all over the place.
If she’s not going to be of use, then what good is this conversation? I’d rather go and talk to Lachlan again while he’s in his birthday suit if it’s going to give me more answers.
Odette’s gaze darkens at me. “I never said that.”
The air charges and the edges of the ceiling and floors creep with shadows and warp. I gulp, and my hair does that raisingthing while my skin tingles like I might shift from the alertness of somethingwrong. Perhaps I shouldn’t piss off the Witch Queen, or whatever she is.
Everything suddenly recedes, and the library sconces flicker as brightness creeps back.
“I have two theories. Connor has the essence of a lycan, and they are known for changing their human true mates into other lycans, rather than werewolves. But, like we said, he doesn’t have any bite-changing abilities. Either he’s somehow managed to have the ability because you’re his mate, or... you have distant lycan blood in your ancestry and he’s managed to unlock it when he’s bitten you because of his own dormant abilities rearing their ugly head. I think the latter is more likely, from what I can tell.”
“Does this mean I can create werewolves now?” he asks with a frown.
She shrugs. “Doubtful. I think it’s more due to the mate bond forcing it than anything.”
“I guess knowing that does make me feel a little better.”
My voice is calm, but inside, anxiety is almost to freak-out proportions when an ache in my side flairs. Ouch. My face scrunches when my pelvis stings and I suck air between my teeth.
