Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Cy, Focus! Remy’s voice is commanding and deep, rumbling its way through my every cell. My Remy. My sweet, fated mate. Focus on me. On us. You can deal with your daddy issues when we’re not trying to escape a pack of psychopaths. Right now, I need you to get out of your head and stay with me.
Guilt claws at my insides. I wish I could take back what I said to my father. If I’d stayed, I’d still have Dad. Remy would still have his family. His voice. This is all my fault. I abandoned my fated mate because I was disgusted.
Get your shit together, mate, Remy growls inside my head, once again drawing my attention to him. I have a plan. Listen up.
The undeniable authority in his voice has me doing just that.
Remy
Mind shift.
It wasn’t until I hijacked Cy’s memory that I learned of one of my gifts. Dad could mind shift. When I was a kid, I thought Dad was a magician. He’d make me and Hope laugh by turning books into bunnies or asparagus into popcorn.
It was a sleight of the hand.
A trick.
Or so I’d thought.
Dad was a fearless ruler. A king. An Alpha wolf shifter, it seems, though I never witnessed it or was even told about it. And while I didn’t understand all those things when I was little because he was just Dad to me, I do remember this gift of his.
He wasn’t a magician, though.
He could mind shift.
Which means it’s likely I can too.
“What are you thinking about?” Cash demands, his crazed green eyes probing me. “Tell me. Either spit it out or I’ll fuck it out of you.” He sneers. “Oh, that’s right, you can’t speak.”
I glance over at his phone that’s sitting on the table. If he wants to talk, that’s his only option. His jaw works as he considers what he wants to do. I’m thankful that his attempts at telepathy were a massive failure. Finally, he lets out a huff, snagging up my phone. He tosses it into my lap and then walks behind me to untie my hands.
“Don’t try anything,” he warns, coming to stand in front of me again. “All it takes is one phone call to Wyatt. He’ll put a bullet through your precious mate’s heart.”
Though his threat has sweat trickling down my spine, I don’t let it intimidate me. I pick up my phone and type out a question.
Me: Where’s Finnick?
“Dead,” he spits out.
Me: Liar. Where is he?
“Get up. We’re running out of time. I’m not fucking you here.”
Me: Fucking me won’t work. The bond was set in place the moment I laid eyes on him.
“So?” he snaps. “You never sealed it.”
Me: Not yet.
He scoffs, shooting me a pitying stare. “Did he tell you he fucks that friend of his? Judd?”
My blood runs cold. I stalk through the darkness in my mind, hunting for Cy. His lips are moving before I even ask the question.
Emotionless and only during the full moon. I never expected to mate anyone. I’d walked away from my destiny. It was just a need being fulfilled. Nothing more.
The rage I’d been feeling refocuses back to Cash. He’s trying to pit me against Cy. That means he’s desperate. Pulling out all the stops.
He thinks by fucking me, it’ll sever our bond and ruin my mind. I’ll be his mate. He’ll steal my gifts. I stroke Cy’s cheek in the darkness. But that won’t work, will it?
You’re mine, Cy growls, reassuring me. You always were, and you always will be.
Cash is saying something to me as he yanks me up by the arm. He roughly drags me from the living room and down the hallway toward a bedroom.
Quickly, I bark at Cy in my head. Describe the devices around your neck.
Through pained effort, I feel him turning his body. Then, through his eyes, I see Rey. Injured and breathing raggedly. The device around her neck looks painful. Fury overwhelms me. Reaching through the bond, I swipe my fingers in the air, watching as the metal turns into beads. They roll off her neck and patter onto the leaves beneath her.
I can’t see anyone else, but I imagine Cy. Gorgeous, strong, fearless Cy. I see the metal around his neck and turn it into water. His wolf lets loose a sudden howl that wakes something deep inside me.
Mate. Mate. Mate.
I’m vaguely aware of being bent over a bed. Shuffling of clothes being ripped away behind me. An eager dick prodding at my backside through my sweats.
This is wrong.
I need my mate. I need Cy.
Animal instinct, so fierce and brutal and raw, claws at me from the inside out. A howl, not just heard inside my mind, belts out of me. I’m so shocked at hearing sound vibrate from my physical body and not just in my head, that I freeze for a moment to relish in it.