Page 114 of Cosmic Power

“Shifters mate for life. Once they find the one they want to be with, a mate bond forms that connection and binds them together forever. You don’t have to understand the dynamics of it. You don’t even have to like it. But you do have to understand that if you don’t give her what her creature needs, Zamorra will have no choice but to pull away from you. It will literally be out of her control. Her werewolf will push her to find a mate worthy of them, willing to take them as their Eternal Life Mate.”

Luther growled, pushing to a stand. He paced back and forth, his frustration growing inside him more and more. The idea of not being able to give Zamorra what she needed made anger heat in his blood. He wanted nothing more than to give her everything she desired. To make her happy. To be the one who made her smile. Laugh.

Instead, he was the cause of her distress. And he didn’t think he was capable of changing that.

“Look, the entire thing is complicated for people who aren’t shifters to understand,” Void said, getting to his feet. “It’s one of the reasons why we always mate with other shifters. You guys just don’t get it, can’t grasp the intensity of our creatures’ will. If you really are here for my advice about what to do, then I think if you can’t offer her what she needs in the future, you need to let her go.”

A vortex of rage swirled inside him. He clenched his jaw, squeezing his hands into tight fists to refrain from lashing out. He didn’twantto let her go. He wanted to be her everything. For her to be as consumed by him as he was by her.

Void tilted his head to the side, his eyes glazed over as if he was focusing on something else. “We’ve got company.”

A heartbeat later footsteps reached Luther’s ears. He turned just in time to see Axel appear in the doorway in a blur. His chest rose and fell quickly, a slight sheen of sweat dripping down his face. His clothing was torn, long, savage claws marks ripped down the front of his black suit.

Luther arched a brow. “You got too close, didn’t you?”

Axel swallowed nervously. “Yes.”

“And where is she now?”

An earth-shattering roar rang through the air, shaking the house with its powerful vibrations. Clomping, heavy footsteps followed next, echoing around them as whatever chased Axel came bounding towards them, causing others to scream and screech in surprise.

Zamorra’s silver werewolf rounded the corner at the end of the hallway, her enormous body on all fours and blazing silver eyes locked on Axel. Zvetari’s vampire warriors appeared behind her, prepared to attack.

Luther blurred quickly, standing in front of Axel and drawing the werewolf’s attention. “Stand down,” he commanded the warriors about to attack, his eyes never leaving those intelligent silver eyes currently glaring at him.

Zvetari’s warriors hesitated, blade’s hovering in the air.

“I said stand down.” He released a wave of his power, letting it wash over them and they gasped, taking a step back.

The werewolf didn’t acknowledge their presence. Just continued to stare at Luther with anger in her eyes. Her gaze flicked to Axel behind him, and she took a step forward. Luther did the same.

She growled, baring her teeth.

“Okay, I’m guessing you’re mad about this morning. That’s fair. But you can’t go around hunting my men.”

She swiped her claws through the air, growling again.

Luther couldn’t understand her, but he had a rough idea about why she was focused on Axel.

“He was following you because I ordered him to. If you want to attack someone, it’s me.”

She snapped her teeth and dug her heels into the ground, as if preparing to pounce. She paused, eyes glazing over briefly. A tense silence hung in the air while they all waited to see what the werewolf would do.

After a few seconds, she huffed in what could only be annoyance before she plopped down, sitting on her ass. She narrowed her eyes at Luther, baring her teeth one more time at him before she shimmered away, Zamorra’s naked body taking her place.

Zamorra rose to her feet, completely comfortable with her nudity. And why shouldn’t she be? Her body was…good lord.

His cock hardened instantly, desire zinging down his spine. Her soft, curvy body, those beautiful, perky breasts and narrow hips were all utter perfection.Shewas utter perfection. All he wanted was to run his hands over that soft creamy skin, to plunge his fangs into her neck and taste the sweet nectar pumping through her veins.

It wasn’t until Luther sensed overwhelming lust rolling off the other males that he remembered they were even there. His eyes snapped to Zvetari’s warriors standing behind Zamorra, staring at her ass, and a dark, savage growl ripped from his lips. He blurred in front of them, gripped two of them by the throat and slammed them into the wall.

“Avert your eyes,” he snarled, fangs slipping free. “Or lose them.”

They dropped their gazes to the floor, feet dangling in the air. Luther glared at the other males still standing in the hallway. “Leave!” he roared.

They scrambled away, tripping over one another to get as far away from him as they could.

Good.

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