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“I don’t know if it was his mate or not, but she went with him after spewing shit like you did about defeating that fucker, Death.” I don’t mean to growl at her, but the whole situation is pissing me off.
“Big Daddy, you go ahead and head over to Cyrus’s. I know you want to,” I tell my dad and reach over, taking my daughter in my arms. “We’re good here for now.”
There’s no way I’m telling him about what the hell that bastard said. Hell, I don’t even understand the mumbo-jumbo bullshit myself. I need to talk to Karsyn and find out what the hell it means and what exactly is coming.
Then I need to do something about this mating thing. Either finally officially accept it or . . . no, there’s no other option. I know this, Karsyn is mine. She’s my mate and I won’t let her go. If things were any other way, I might have at the very least, given her time to get to know me. But I need to claim her. Let those in our world know who she belongs to. Without it, she’s vulnerable.
It means tonight, she’s not only in my bed but under my body. She’ll take me inside her and know who she belongs beneath. There’s a lot we still have to deal with, but until then, I’m going to take from her and give to her what we both need.
Come tomorrow, I’ll demand the answers to what the fuck is going on around here and what the hell the blood moon has to do with anything.
Chapter Ten
Karsyn
“As much as I want to go see Jazmine for myself, I think I’ll stay right here,” Big Daddy remarks, watching Corbin closely. “You go put that little girl in bed and come back here. We’ve got things to discuss here.” Those dark eyes of his shift to mine, and it’s all I can do not to whimper or flinch under his stare. The shifter, though he’s been nice enough, spoke to me, I feel his reluctance about me.
Especially after what I did earlier right in front of him and Sage.
The vision, evidently, I spoke the words as I thought them. It’s not uncommon for a seer or someone with the gift to do so, but I’ve never done it. Death demanded I tell him what I saw, what I felt. When I refused to give him what he wanted, he’d inflict pain on me.
“Big Daddy, I don’t have time for whatever it is you want to discuss. It can wait,” Corbin remarks, the gruff, harsh tone in his voice catches my attention. “Karsyn, go back to my room and wait for me there.” The order causes me to jerk my gaze to his, and I meet his eerie dark eyes, seeing more there than I ever expected. They are not just the color I’ve seen him to have. I can feel the wolf inside him looking out. The glow of gold circles the dark orbs, making him much more scary-looking, but it doesn’t scare me as it should. As it did when I first saw him.
This leaves me rattled because I had only just met him the day before, and yet it seems so much has happened. My heart races, the blood in my veins heats, and a part of my body that’s never ached before aches with a need I’ve never felt.
“Corbin, we need to talk,” Big Daddy grunts.
“It can fuckin’ wait,” Corbin snaps, not taking his gaze from mine. “Come on.”
I nod at the demand and slowly get to my feet, surprised they don’t collapse beneath me. My stomach tightens as I follow Corbin, staring at his back as I do so, my body rioting with nerves. I don’t know what’s about to happen. Will he leave me alone in his room again? Will he join me? The little bit of time I was in there the night before, I could think of nothing else but him. Visions of him over me, inside me. Oh, God, the thoughts alone are enough to leave me aching, and I don’t know what I’m doing.
I still hold on to my virtue in a lot of ways. That part of me still remains in tack, but that doesn’t mean Death didn’t take his pleasure out on me in other ways. I cringe at the very memories wanting to wash over me. Would Corbin be the same? Taking me . . . hurting me as a monster would as Death would force himself on my body. I’m sure if he could have, he’d have taken my virtue as well, but he was unable to do so. Any time his . . . his erection came near the entrance to my core, something would happen that ended with him taking his rage out on me by using my . . . I suck in a breath, unable to finish the thought. I don’t want to think about that. It’s not pleasant. None of this is pleasant in any way.
I’m not sure if I can handle any of this. The very idea of Corbin and the fact we’re mates scares me. I don’t know what it means. For me. For him.
My mother used to tell me stories about mates and how they’re supposed to be special. There’s no way that can be true for me, though. I’m a witch, and I felt Corbin’s distaste for me. His anger that he would have been mated to a witch. No matter the fact, I’m not a blood witch or evil in any way. It really shouldn’t even matter to me, but it does.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, my hands clasped between my thighs, I wait. Corbin hasn’t come in here, and time has passed. Maybe he didn’t like the fact I was out of this room earlier. Or Sage could have woken, and he needed to see to her.
When it comes to his little girl, I saw it in him . . . the way he picked the little girl up into his big arms. His warmth surrounding the beautiful girl was one of pure love. There was no denying the truth in the aura he has when holding Sage to him.
Never in my life, no matter the knowledge of my mother loving me, did I feel the safety I know without a doubt Sage feels in her father’s arms. Corbin is a shifter. An Alpha. A man who carries the burden of those around him. He shoulders the weight and doesn’t let it bother him. If it does, he doesn’t let it show.
Sucking in a breath, I get up, wrap my arms around myself, and start pacing around the room, uncertainty clawing at me.
Earlier, while sitting next to Daniel, I tried to eat. The food tasted amazing, but it wasn’t easy. My hearing picked up the conversation, I’m sure both Daniel and Big Daddy both heard as well. A couple of the women I saw in the other room, I heard them talking about me being an abomination and that it wasn’t right for me to be here.
Maybe they’re right. I can’t even shift into a wolf. I only have a few aspects to prove I’m a hybrid.
The door creaks open, and I nearly jump out of my skin, whirling around to face the shifter stepping into the room. As the door closes behind him, tension thickens, and I know what’s coming. Rejection. It’s in his gaze.
“Um.” It’s all I manage to get out before I find myself captured in his embrace and pulled against his chest.
“You’re mine,” he growls, the words harsh, nostrils flaring.
“I’m not,” I breathe, pressing my hands against his chest, holding myself back with the little bit of space between the two of us.
“You damn well are, Karsyn.”My eyes widen at the animalistic tone in his voice. It’s as if wolf and man have merged together while speaking. “You’re my mate. My Syn. Fuckin’ mine.”
