Page 3 of Passion & Betrayal

Cian smiles. “Yes.” Cian turns to me and pulls me a few feet away from my father. “I will see you tomorrow.” He kisses me so sweetly it brings tears to my eyes. “We will talk about the tiger shifter then.”

As nervous as I am to tell him I have another mate besides him, I know it must be done.

Cian kisses my knuckles. “Dream of me,” he whispers.

A few hours later, I was sleeping and did indeed dream of Cian. A hot erotic one that made cum slide from my body and my nipples harden to little pebbles. Before, I couldn’t help feeling like something was missing. In my dreams, there is a dark silhouette watching from the shadows as Cian and I fuck. After meeting Sypher earlier that night, I finally understood. I now know that Sypher was the silhouette of the mysterious person I instinctively felt was a part of me, like Cian.

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Sypher

I have been having the most vivid dreams. Dreams where I’m standing against a wall watching a man and a woman make love. I can never see their faces, but the amount of passion between them is indescribable. My heart cries for me to join them, but I am fused to my spot, watching from a distance, always an outsider.

It has bothered me for weeks, and my irritation is so high everyone avoids being near me. But as I ride through town on my motorcycle, the wind whipping through my hair, I am drawn to a small church. The feeling of being pulled is powerful. I considered turning away and continuing on my path, but something had ahold of me, and I allowed it to lead me.

Stopping my ride about a block from the church, I set out on foot, slowly closing the distance. When I reach the black wrought-iron gate in the low wall, I know what the phantom pull is. My mate is here. I can scent her all the way from here, and my tiger roars in the recesses of my mind, begging to be allowed free reign to hunt her down.

But there is a wedding celebration happening here, and it takes me a moment to realize that Fallen Legion MC are roaming around. I let my mind think through their members as I try to figure out which female could possibly be my mate, but none come to mind.

Pulling my cell phone from my jean pocket, I call my second in command.

“Prez. What can I do for you?”

“I need to know how many available females are attached to the Fallen Legion MC,” I say.

“Why?” Kris asks cautiously.

“I’m standing in town, and there’s a wedding,” I explain, knowing he needs the information. “My mate is here, but I don’t know where. I can’t just go barrelling in. There are FLMC guys all over the place.”

Kris is silent for a moment as he takes in everything I’ve just said. “The wedding is for Draven. He married the Esposito mafia princess, so your mate could be from either side.”

“For fuck’s sake,” I grumble.

“Sorry, man, I wish I had better news,” he says before hanging up.

I stand behind a tree, surveying everything around me. I am hoping if I stay here long enough, I will be able to see something that points me in the wrong direction. Luck is on my side, and it doesn’t take long for me to find her. A willowy woman with long dark hair and pretty little breasts exits the tent where the reception is held, stepping into the moonlight. My heartbeat accelerates as I watch her. My tiger roars thunderously in my head as I watch that asshole Doom lower his head and press his lips to hers.

Can she not sense me? Has she already chosen another mate out of convenience, choosing not to wait for her fated mate? Is this part of the Fallen Legion MC and the Esposito crime family coming together?

A million questions filter through my mind rapidly, but I have none of the answers. I watch her slide into a black town car with an older man before pulling out of the church grounds. I try to remain calm and think clearly, but I have never been known for my composure. Allowing my animal to overtake me, I shift into my tiger and set off after the car, keeping to the woodland area around town to avoid starting a panic. It’s not like a Bengal tiger is commonly found around these parts.

It takes ten minutes before we are secluded enough for me to make my move. I head off the vehicle before charging it head-on and leaping onto the hood. The vehicle skids to a stop, and I hear the pounding of my mate’s heart as a scream leaves her. I know this is bound to scare her, but I need to get to her. Now. I need to give us both a chance to make it work.

The driver and the older man exit the vehicle, both drawing guns at me. My tiger remains passive, waiting for my mate to realize what is happening. The tension is thick and heavy, cloaking us all in its presence. It only takes a minute or two for her heart rate to calm before she exits the vehicle. Everyone’s attention is drawn to her.

“Isabel, get back in the car,” the older man orders and my tiger snarls at him.

My mate, Isabel, ignores the man, stepping around the vehicle until she is beside me.

“Isabel!” The man is grating on my nerves. “Get away.”

“He won’t hurt me, Father,” she breathes lowly. “He is the missing piece.”

She touches my tiger behind the ear, and the bastard basically shows his belly, a loud purr rumbling from deep within. In my entire thirty-three years, I have never felt this much contentment.

“Who are you?” her melodious voice whispers beside my face.

“What is happening, Isabel?”

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