They share a laugh and then Wynn wraps his cousin in a hug. Bane pats him on the back. Aw. I’ve already eavesdropped enough and turn away to finally give them some privacy.
Whenever I think I have Bane Blackwood figured out, he changes.
At the bar he acted like a hot-headed wolf who solved all problems with his fists and claws. Now I wonder if he only lost his cool around Dante because the vampire was stringing along his best friend.
Unable to help myself, I steal one last glimpse at a softer side of Bane Blackwood.
It happens then.
Just like when the potion broke, all the warmth and affection hiding under the cocky Alpha’s son persona appears before my eyes.
I dismissed this sight when the potion broke. Thought it had to be a lust potion or a trick. It showed me a picture I didn’t understand because I couldn’t reconcile it with my own harsh impressions of the arrogant wolf.
But what I’m seeing isn’t so hard to believe this time.
Forget the potion, this is exactly how fate is supposed to work. Catching him in a genuine moment, I see beyond appearances and personas and glimpse who he really is.
There’s more to Bane Blackwood than meets the eye. And perhaps the most incredible part lurking there under the surface?
I Recognize him. Bane Blackwood is my true mate.
7.Be Careful What You Wish for
Josh
Bane Blackwood is my soulmate. I Recognized him. How can this be real? Was it all a dream? What’s the return policy like for fated mates?
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The shrill ring of my alarm clock goes off. Definitely not a dream.
It’s been two days since the potion breaking and our confrontation with Dante. Two days since I saw a softer side of Bane when he comforted his cousin. I wake up the same way each morning, thinking it was all some bizarre dream.
But it’s real.
As I get up to start my day, I remind myself that this is what I dreamed about for so long. Finding my true mate.
Somehow, it’s the last man I ever expected.
I think I’d be less surprised if my true mate had been a woman, and I’m 1,000 percent gay.
“Be careful what you wish for,” I mutter.
Bane and I exchanged numbers when we were forced to work together. I text him, inviting him to meet me for lunch.
Bane: Sure, whatever.
Oh. Good. I expected him to fight me on it more.
The logical next step involves telling Bane about our connection. It’s alsoterrifying.
Maybe I should get to know him first? Good idea.
Then I find myself sitting alone in a cozy little cafe, sipping mythirdiced tea and waiting on a tardy Bane Blackwood. I start questioning all the decisions that led me here. I glance at the door for the hundredth time.
Bane is late. Every minute that passes makes me question my sanity. What if he doesn’t show? What if he does?
The door swings open, and there he is. Bane Blackwood strides in like he owns the place, sauntering over and looking somewhat annoyed to be here at all.
