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Authors: Terra Wolf, Olivia Arran
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her baby.”
“Obviously.” She really needed to spit it out, whatever it was. I was going to be late.
“But she thinks what happened between you two was a mistake.”
“She said that?” A mistake? A fucking mistake?
She hurried forward, grabbing my shoulder, forcing me to look at her. “Not a mistake because it happened, but because she’s worried it will upset your future mate. She asked me how I would feel if my mate already had a child with someone else.”
“My future— But— She—” I couldn’t get the words out as I struggled to process what she had revealed.
“She doesn’t know she’s your true mate. Have you actually told her?”
I tried to remember. Of course I had. I had to have. I wouldn’t have— “ Fuck! ” The curse didn’t come close to expressing how I felt. I was a fucking idiot! “I thought she knew. I marked her, so…I thought she knew.”
“She’s not a shifter; she might not have realized. Then with everything else that went on…” Her words faded, pity plain on her face. Then her lips firmed into a thin line. “Screw it. Zane—you’re an idiot. A non-communicating, closed off, emotional fuck-wit. You don’t talk to people—”
“I talk all the time—”
“Not about anything that really matters! You don’t share how you’re feeling, you don’t let anyone get close to you. I know why , don’t get me wrong. I know exactly how you feel and why you do it. But it’s time to push past it. You have to talk to her, tell her how you really feel.”
“I—I don’t know how I feel.”
“Then you’re even more of an idiot than I thought you were.” With that caustic statement hanging in the air, she turned on her heel and marched off. “You have to make a choice—open yourself up to getting hurt, or lose your mate,” she called over her shoulder.
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Lara
Where was he? I glanced at the clock again. It wasn’t like Zane to be running late, especially without calling. I swung in a wide circle to continue my pacing back and forth. Given that I was the size of a truck now, something Zane insisted was only in my mind, I needed all the space I could get for maneuvering. I reached for my cell, something had to be wrong. My stomach lurched at the thought. What if he had been in a car accident? Or a mugging? The scenario of someone trying to mug a lion shifter was goddamn ridiculous, but you never knew. Stranger things had happened.
I jabbed the number in, waiting for it to connect. Why was it taking so long? I rubbed my stomach in big circles, resisting the urge to scratch. My skin felt so tight, the baby so heavy and low. It started to ring. I blew out of a long breath, my hands moving to rub an insistent ache in the small of my back.
The ringing in the earpiece echoed loud in the hallway. Marching to the door, I threw it open, clicking the phone shut. “Where have you been? I’ve been worried! Why didn’t you call?” I snapped out, unable to stop myself. I wasn’t really angry, just worried. And it wouldn’t have killed him to have called.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think.”
Taken aback by his immediate apology, I peered at him closely. He looked terrible, shell-shocked actually. “What’s happened? Is everything okay?” I motioned him inside, trying to suck in my stomach as he passed and failing miserably. How the hell was I supposed to cope with getting even bigger? I followed him into the room, or more like waddled. Dammit, my back was really killing me. I made a mental note to try and wheedle a back rub out of him after the movie. I was carrying his child, after all; the man owed me.
He stopped in front of me, his hands lowering to caress my belly, a look of wonder lighting his eyes. The same one he’d had for weeks now. I stiffened my spine to stop myself from melting into his touch. He wasn’t touching me, not really. He was bonding with his child.
“Someone told me something as I was leaving…it made me rethink a lot of
“Obviously.” She really needed to spit it out, whatever it was. I was going to be late.
“But she thinks what happened between you two was a mistake.”
“She said that?” A mistake? A fucking mistake?
She hurried forward, grabbing my shoulder, forcing me to look at her. “Not a mistake because it happened, but because she’s worried it will upset your future mate. She asked me how I would feel if my mate already had a child with someone else.”
“My future— But— She—” I couldn’t get the words out as I struggled to process what she had revealed.
“She doesn’t know she’s your true mate. Have you actually told her?”
I tried to remember. Of course I had. I had to have. I wouldn’t have— “ Fuck! ” The curse didn’t come close to expressing how I felt. I was a fucking idiot! “I thought she knew. I marked her, so…I thought she knew.”
“She’s not a shifter; she might not have realized. Then with everything else that went on…” Her words faded, pity plain on her face. Then her lips firmed into a thin line. “Screw it. Zane—you’re an idiot. A non-communicating, closed off, emotional fuck-wit. You don’t talk to people—”
“I talk all the time—”
“Not about anything that really matters! You don’t share how you’re feeling, you don’t let anyone get close to you. I know why , don’t get me wrong. I know exactly how you feel and why you do it. But it’s time to push past it. You have to talk to her, tell her how you really feel.”
“I—I don’t know how I feel.”
“Then you’re even more of an idiot than I thought you were.” With that caustic statement hanging in the air, she turned on her heel and marched off. “You have to make a choice—open yourself up to getting hurt, or lose your mate,” she called over her shoulder.
----
Lara
Where was he? I glanced at the clock again. It wasn’t like Zane to be running late, especially without calling. I swung in a wide circle to continue my pacing back and forth. Given that I was the size of a truck now, something Zane insisted was only in my mind, I needed all the space I could get for maneuvering. I reached for my cell, something had to be wrong. My stomach lurched at the thought. What if he had been in a car accident? Or a mugging? The scenario of someone trying to mug a lion shifter was goddamn ridiculous, but you never knew. Stranger things had happened.
I jabbed the number in, waiting for it to connect. Why was it taking so long? I rubbed my stomach in big circles, resisting the urge to scratch. My skin felt so tight, the baby so heavy and low. It started to ring. I blew out of a long breath, my hands moving to rub an insistent ache in the small of my back.
The ringing in the earpiece echoed loud in the hallway. Marching to the door, I threw it open, clicking the phone shut. “Where have you been? I’ve been worried! Why didn’t you call?” I snapped out, unable to stop myself. I wasn’t really angry, just worried. And it wouldn’t have killed him to have called.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think.”
Taken aback by his immediate apology, I peered at him closely. He looked terrible, shell-shocked actually. “What’s happened? Is everything okay?” I motioned him inside, trying to suck in my stomach as he passed and failing miserably. How the hell was I supposed to cope with getting even bigger? I followed him into the room, or more like waddled. Dammit, my back was really killing me. I made a mental note to try and wheedle a back rub out of him after the movie. I was carrying his child, after all; the man owed me.
He stopped in front of me, his hands lowering to caress my belly, a look of wonder lighting his eyes. The same one he’d had for weeks now. I stiffened my spine to stop myself from melting into his touch. He wasn’t touching me, not really. He was bonding with his child.
“Someone told me something as I was leaving…it made me rethink a lot of
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