Page 9 of Passion & Betrayal

Cian walks to the door before turning back to me. “I want to be in your tight cunt so much right now, I’d give about anything.”

“I wish that, too. I just don’t want to make a mistake we’ll regret later.”

“I get that. I’ll call when I have something set up.”

I smile, grateful that he is willing to try.

“I’d kiss you, but my control is about shot.”

“I understand,” I say, watching as he slips out of my room.

I walk over to my window and stare at the forest surrounding us. There is so much that can go wrong with the three of us, and I don’t even know if we have a chance. I wish I knew of other shifters that had two mates. It would help to see how they deal with it.

All I can do is take one day at a time. It is my only choice.

Chapter Three

Sypher

It feels like someone is beating a damn drum inside my skull. The pounding migraine only serves to sour my mood even further. My men have all been avoiding me since I returned to the clubhouse last night.

Having to leave my mate, not carrying her away and claiming her as mine, constantly roars in the back of my mind, making sure I’m aware of his displeasure with the entire situation. But I need to give Isabel some time. The situation is most definitely not what any of us expected when we imagined finding our fated mates.

Fuck.

A knock on my office door has me growling lowly.

“What?” I call out.

The door pushed open, and my second-in-command stepped inside. He is dressed in his usual dark jeans and black t-shirt, but I can read his expression, and even though nothing seems out of place, I know I am not going to be happy with whatever he has to say.

“You have a visitor,” he says with a grimace, avoiding eye contact.

My tiger perks up, hoping it would be our mate, but I know better. This visitor is not going to make me happy.

“Who is it?”

“Doom.”

I raise a brow at the word he spits out like it leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

“What does he want?” I ask. I sit back in my chair, the worn brown leather cracking beneath my weight.

“He wouldn’t say,” my man says and rolls his eyes. “Apparently, he will only talk to you. Should I shoot him? We can bury him out back, and no one will ever know.”

It takes me more than a moment to consider having him shot. If he is out of the way, I wouldn’t have any problems claiming not only my mate but also taking over the territory his club holds. He is the President of the Fallen Legion MC now that his father has stepped down. But I can’t allow any harm to come to a man who was my greatest enemy just hours ago. It would cause Isabel pain to lose him, and the last thing I ever want to do is hurt her.

“Bring him up.”

Standing, I pour myself a drink and down it before pouring another. Retaking my seat, I wait impatiently for a man I really don’t want to see today. It only takes a couple of minutes for me to sense Cian “Doom” West standing in my doorway, but that time is enough for my tiger to try and force his way out. I pretend to be deeply engrossed in some paperwork, but I can’t even read the writing through the haze of anger that has fallen over me.

“Leave us,” I say, only lifting my gaze once I hear the door click closed. “What do you want, Doom?”

He glares at me, but I can see he’s working hard to keep his composure as well. Too much has happened between us and our clubs for the two of us to be friendly. Blood has been spilled on both ends, and it isn’t easy to simply move beyond something like that.

“We need to talk about Isabel.” His voice is low, strained.

A growl slips from my lips, and I feel the shift start to shimmer over me. My tiger is fighting me for dominance so he can take out the competition for our mate’s affection. Breathing deeply, it takes me a couple of minutes to regain control.

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