Page 100 of Come for Me
Part of me wants to kiss her for being so brave, the other part trying to rack my brain to understand.Why does she defy me at every turn when I try to keep her safe?She’s spent so long trying to run from me, to run away with him. Now, when I tell her to do just that, she refuses.
I should’ve had the power to read minds so I can understand how to make my mate happy.
I inhale, turning my attention to the mutt, silently communicating what we both already know.
She’s going to make this as difficult as possible.
“Please, don’t do this.”
My chest tightens as her arm posted at her side shakes in... fear? That can’t be right.
What is she scared of? Is she worried this plan won’t work? She can’t stay here. Why won’t she leave? She always tries to leave me. What’s changed?
What’s her intention?
Looking back at her, I call on my powers, and my mouth parts, my brows furrowing as her intentions play out for me.
Alaina stands on our bedroom balcony in nothing but one of my button downs and a robe in the middle of winter, gazing out at our kingdom, rubbing her swollen belly. The blazing cold is no match to her pregnant wolf’s hot flashes. At two and a half months, she’s almost made it to the full three-month term. I wrap my arms around her, kissing the raised scar tissue from my mark.
My lips part, and my eyes bug.
She’s planning a life with me.
Searching her face for any sign of deception, I’m not sure I can believe what I saw wasn’t just wishful thinking and not my powers at all.
By avoiding my gaze, she gives me my answer.
My heart skips a beat.
“I want to stay with you. Please don’t make me leave you.”
Words I never thought I’d hear.
My wolf howls, and a sound I’ve never made before leaves me. The time she actually wants me, I have to let her go, knowing there’s a strong chance I won’t make it back to her.
My heart twists from its reacquaintance to despair.
Something inside of me that’s solidified into ice threatens to thaw for the first time in years. As it does, liquid fills my eyes.
My father’s harsh words echo in my mind.Don’t start crying like a little bitch. Men shouldn’t cry. Show your enemies you’re indestructible. Get. Mad.
Despite his distorted thinking, it’s effective.
If I’m going to make it out of this alive, the tears blurring my vision won’t help.
Directing my rage at our impossible predicament toward the cause of it, I rip the vampire’s face in two like paper, his face tearing jaggedly down the center. Both halves of his head are in either of my hands.
The display doesn’t stop them. Instead, they up the ante. Three more vampires step up, intending to take me on all at once, their hissing reaching ear piercing decibels.
They’re getting impatient.
They want her, and they know they won’t get her without taking me out first.
Fuck!
Remembering to put logic over emotion, I come to my senses. “I can’t lose you. I’m sorry.”
I can’t let them take her. They won’t have her. She’s mine.
