Page 8 of Dark Obsession
“I know,” I hesitantly admit, not liking the idea of sharing her with anyone, even my brothers. “After we bond, I’m going to need some alone time with her, though.” I pause. “Maybe give me six months with her.”
Sage makes a choking sound. “Six months? We shared a womb, but you can’t share your mate’s company.”
“I don’t know. I’ll let you know. First, I have to get the woman to like me.”
“She’s wired to like you, brother. Just give her some time,” he says gently, standing up and staring outside the window. “I guess this answers the question.”
“What question?” I ask.
He’s silent for a few moments before he replies, “Whether the fates were going to give us one mate to share or not.”
It’s not unheard of for shifters to share a mate, and we had always wondered, being triplets, if we’d be given one to share.
Just the thought makes my hands clench into fists. The fates must have known that I’m not that good at sharing. “Is that why you went to the bakery today?” I ask, taking a deep breath to calm myself down.
“Maybe,” he mutters, clearing his throat. “I just wanted to see her. To make sure.”
“She’s mine, Sage,” I growl.
He turns around and dips his head. “I know. And I’ll protect her with my life. I’m happy for you, Salem. I hope I get to meet my mate soon, now knowing that we each have our own.”
That calms me. Sage and Silver both deserve mates, more so than me, and I hope they find that. “You could ask Laurel who your mate is.”
He shrugs and plays with the ring in his lip. “Maybe. First, we have some mercenaries to kill.”
“Fuck, I miss killing.” I sigh, and Sage laughs.
“Don’t kill anyone while we’re gone.” He smirks, then pauses before adding, “Unless they deserve it.”
And then he’s gone.
And me?
I’m going to make sure my little mate gets home from work safely.
Chapter 4
Peach
After a long day at the bakery, I’ve never been happier to be home. I’ve just taken a long bath and dressed in my robe when I step into my kitchen.
And scream.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I ask him, sliding my damp hair off my face. “How did you even get through my wards?”
Salem is leaning against my kitchen counter, absently opening and closing a knife in his hands. He’s wearing all black this time, and I take a moment to admire him. He’s built like a warrior, and all I see when I look at him is strength. “I wanted to see you.”
“You’ve already seen me today,” I point out, my gaze dropping to the ring on my finger.
He follows my line of sight, and his eyes flicker with happiness before he masks it. “You’re wearing it. It was my grandmother’s.”
Softening, I take a deep breath and approach him. “It’s beautiful. Thank you, Salem. But you can’t just show up here and break into my house. We need to have some boundaries. Not to mention my brother is here a lot, and well, he hates you.”
Salem puts the knife down on the counter and sighs. “It was just a little torture. He needs to get over it.”
I don’t know what to say to that. I know I should be scared, and when I first found out he was my mate, I was. But when I’m around him, I don’t feel unsafe at all. I have a connection to him that I’m never going to find anywhere else, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t capable of bad things.
“Come on, let’s sit down. I brought back some leftover desserts if you’d like some?” I offer, my manners kicking in.
