Page 13 of Seas the Day
Her blue eyes flashed with something dangerous. “Gerri told me I was coming here for a month to coach elite swimmers, not to be your fated mate, whatever that means. I didn’t sign up for that.”
She was already backing toward the door, and panic clawed at his chest. His wolf howled in distress, unable to comprehend why their mate was trying to leave when she’d just arrived.
From the corner of his eye, he caught Gerri’s expression—the legendary matchmaker looked genuinely rattled, as if one of her perfectly orchestrated plans was crumbling before her eyes.
“I should have been more upfront about everything this trip entailed,” Gerri said quickly, her usual confidence replaced by something approaching desperation. “But I was worried that if I spelled it out plainly, you wouldn’t come.”
“Damn straight I wouldn’t have come!” Navira’s voice rose with each word. “You tricked me. I didn’t agree to be anyone’s mate.”
“If you want to go home, you can,” Gerri said quietly, the admission seeming to cost her.
No.
The word screamed through Thalric’s mind with such force it was a wonder it didn’t tear from his throat. His mate couldn’t leave—not when she’d just arrived, not when his wolf needed her, not when his pack needed the stability her presence would provide. Not when losing her would destroy something essential inside him that he hadn’t even known existed until this moment.
Think.Use that strategic mind.Find a solution.
“Well,” he said carefully, his voice steadier than he felt, “if Gerri said you were coming here to coach elite swimmers, then that’s exactly what you’ll do.”
Both women turned to stare at him, and he pressed his advantage.
“I have a whole pack of sea wolves—that’s what we are, in case Gerri didn’t mention that either. We’re a territory of sea wolf shifters, and my pack could genuinely use your expertise in the water. We could really use your coaching.”
He watched her expression shift, and saw the moment her instincts engaged despite her anger.
“Could you please stay for the month and train my pack? We need someone with your unique experience.”
The silence stretched between them like a held breath. Her blue eyes searched his face, looking for deception, for hidden agendas, for anything that would justify her flight response. But beneath the wariness, he caught a flicker of something else—professional pride, maybe, or simple curiosity about what training sea wolves might entail.
“I did come here for a coaching job,” she said slowly, her voice losing some of its sharp edge. “If you still need me for a month to train your pack, I suppose I could do that. I came all this way, and I don’t want to let my boss back home down since he recommended me for this position.” She paused for a moment. “Even if things were presented under false pretenses.”
Relief flooded through him with such intensity that his knees nearly buckled. She was staying. Not for the reasons he’d hoped, not because she felt the mate bond calling to her the way it called to him, but she was staying.
“But,” she continued, her chin lifting with stubborn determination, “I’m not agreeing to any love connection or romance. If that’s the expectation, then I’m leaving right now.”
Every instinct he possessed howled in protest at her words. His wolf wanted to argue, to explain that she belonged to him whether she understood it or not, that the mate bond wasn’t something either of them could simply ignore. But his strategic mind recognized the fragile nature of her agreement, and knew that pushing now would send her running.
“There’s no pressure with the mate thing,” he lied smoothly, each word tasting bitter on his tongue. “I’ll get you set up with Kaelen and Sylar to start training the pack first thing tomorrow morning. No romance, no hidden agenda. Just coaching.”
She wavered for a long moment, her internal struggle visible in the way her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides. Finally, she nodded once, sharp and decisive.
“Fine. I’ll stay.”
“Perfect.” The word came out rougher than he’d intended, weighted with relief and frustrated desire in equal measure. “I’m sorry you were blindsided by all this. Maybe you should get settled in your room, and we can meet later for dinner if you’re up to it.”
Gerri stepped forward, her usual composure cracking around the edges. “Navira, I really didn’t mean to upset you. Sometimes my methods of getting people where they need to be aren’t ideal, but please forgive me. You can contact me anytime if you want to go home.”
Navira nodded stiffly but remained focused on Thalric. “Could you please just show me to my room and help me with my suitcases?”
The simple request hit him like a lifeline. Something he could do, something concrete and helpful that didn’t involve explaining mate bonds or discussing feelings.
“Of course,” he said, already moving toward the hallway where he’d glimpsed her luggage.
Gerri cleared her throat delicately. “I think it’s best if I leave now. Please call me if you need anything else.”
She made her exit with unusual haste, leaving him alone with his mate for the first time since their disastrous introduction. The air between them hummed with unresolved tension—his wolf’s desperate need warring with her obvious discomfort, the mate bond pulling at both of them whether she understood it yet or not.
He lifted her suitcases—one large, one regular-sized—and gestured down the hallway. “Follow me.”
