Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Snap it.
Agatha let go of the woman. Macy instantly pulled away from her. There was no fear in her eyes, but she was startled. Looking down at her hands, she quickly rushed to the kitchen, then immediately out the back door, going into the night.
Boyan had followed her. He grabbed her hair, pulling it away from her face, as she bent over and then threw up.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I’ve got you.”
She didn’t know if in that moment she wanted to be “got.” She had hurt another person. There had been a real desire in her veins to hurt that woman. That was not like her.
She threw up a little more, and then stood, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand and rubbing it down her jeans. She pulled away from Boyan, feeling tears in her eyes.
“Hey, hey,” Boyan said. “It’s okay.”
“I’m going to get thrown out of the town. I’m going to … oh, my God, did you see what I did?” She looked at her hands. “I don’t know what happened. I’ve never hurt anyone. I’m used to hurting myself. I mean, I totally got run down by a car before I got here, and I actually healed myself, and now I’m just rambling because that kind of stuff doesn’t happen, does it?”
“You got run over?”
She pressed her lips together. “Yeah, not long after my parents died. I wasn’t thinking and I stepped out. The car ran me over. I had a lot of damage and…” She shrugged. “I healed without any medical intervention. Isn’t that messed up?” She pressed her hands to her face. “My God, what is happening to me?”
Boyan pulled her against him and she pressed her face against his chest, breathing him in. He smelled so good and she didn’t want to lose him.
“I guess you’ll have me committed for being crazy.”
“You’re not crazy.”
“Come on, Boyan. Even you have to admit that was insane.”
“Macy had what was coming to her. You saw her messing with your mate, and it triggered something in your mind.”
“Triggered?” she asked. She frowned. “Mate? Okay, you keep doing this to me. You call the townspeople a pack, and mates, and other weird things. I mean, who has a name like Alpha, that’s crazy.” She looked at Boyan and laughed, expecting him to chuckle with her.
He looked serious.
“Boyan, what is going on?”
“Have you ever had a feeling that there’s more to you than meets the eye?” he asked.
She frowned. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Okay, then, how about this? When you were in there, and you saw Macy about to touch me, was it just you reacting, or did you have a voice in your head or a feeling that didn’t feel quite your own, but it was one you had to listen to?”
Yes.
There it was again. She opened her mouth, closed it. How did she respond in a way that wasn’t going to make her sound crazy?
“You have traveled from the city. Moved through different towns, looking for something. The moment you walked through here, you felt at home, in a way that living with your parents, growing up, never did. You don’t even care that the people here are assholes. You love it here. You feel it in your gut that this is where you’re meant to be.”
“Yes,” she said, her voice a whisper.
“And when I’m near, you feel safe, right?” She nodded. “But it’s not just safe, you want to be with me. You feel this closeness, this connection, and every single time I step into a room, you know I’m there. You don’t even have to see me to know I’m right there with you. Isn’t that right?”
She nodded again, this time a little afraid to admit it.
“You hadn’t been with any other men, even though I guess you’ve known some for a long time, with schools and all that. With me, you feel like you’ve known me your whole life. You want to be with me and you not only see our present, but our future. In fact, you want to wrap your arms around me and completely cover me with your scent.”
“Boyan?”
“And you heal, fast,” he said. “Super-fast, in a way you know a human shouldn’t. In fact, I can imagine your senses growing up seemed a little scary to you. The ability to have superb hearing. To sense danger, and to even smell something that wasn’t quite right. You’ve always had a fascination with the moon. Maybe to the point of embarrassment for your parents.”
She had no idea how he knew all of this. She’d never told a soul. Her parents had always tried to hide it. When they had gone to fairs in the city, they’d been too loud and too bright. She’d hated it. The only child to hate a fair with all the rides, and she had preferred to stand with her cotton candy and stare up at the full moon.