Page 75 of Sinful Mates

“So that’s why the council is against humans, because of her?” I demand. At this point I want to curl into a hole again. This woman had ruined everything. I wish she was still alive so she could be killed again. But that doesn't explain why they kept her hidden from me.

“Not just her, but if we went around changing anyone we wanted, the world would be overrun with vampires and shifters and that would not be a particularly good world to live in. We prefer to stay in the shadows. One thing humans are good at is making species become extinct or experimenting on things they can’t understand or trying to replicate it. It is safer for everyone, if humans don’t know of our existence.”

I nod, understanding what he means. There would be people like Bianca coming out of the woodwork tempted by immortality. “I don’t understand. You said Theo was changed, and yet you were born but yet you can make me like you?”

“Yes, vampires are made. They can’t procreate once they change because their bodies don’t change, males can technically impregnate a human, but no vampire woman would be able to bear children, their bodies are no longer compatible to give birth. Werewolves can procreate, meaning males and females can have children together and a male vampire can impregnate a werewolf creating a hybrid. Which is frowned upon so rarely happens. Werewolves’ bodies can change because we can shift, so all she wolves are still fertile. I can still change you though because our blood is like a venom if you have enough in your system it will alter your DNA making you like me,” Tobias explains.

“Me on the other hand, you only need a drop of my blood for me to change you,” said Theo. This is a lot of information at once. I don’t know if I actually prefer to be in the dark about it. Seems too unreal to make sense. A single drop was all it took of Theo's? That is terrifying.

“And If I don’t want to change?” I ask offhandedly. I know the answer but I would never stop fighting

“You know that’s not an option. You will be forced eventually, the council already found out about you.” I stare stunned and also a little scared of this human hating council.

“Our parents are going to speak to the council to buy more time, it just means we may have to take you before the council and ask for permission to hold off on changing you. If they agree, and we can find a way to convince them, things don’t have to change for now, but they will change, Imogen. You will change.” Tobias's words leave no room for argument. He isn’t going to let me die, at least not of old age.

“I have another question.” They both nod waiting for me to ask but something with this whole Bianca situation still rubs me the wrong way. Another layer they aren't revealing to me.

“If your wife is dead, why did you instantly think of her when I asked what you and Theo got up to out here?” They both glance at each other nervously. Bingo.

Theo answers for him. “She lived here with us. We only moved back here when we found out you were our mate. We hadn’t been back here since she was killed.”

I didn’t know what to think of his answer, it creeps me out slightly. Am I destined for her path, to end up dead, like her?

“That won’t happen, Imogen. You’re different, don’t compare yourself to her,” Theo tells me after invading my personal thoughts.

“Stay out of my head, Theo. You have no right to know what I am thinking.”

He doesn’t look happy but keeps his mouth shut. I eat the rest of my breakfast before getting up. I go and sit on the couch and flick the TV on before remembering they don’t have service out here and I have already watched the majority of the movies.

Tobias comes and sits on the couch next to me. Annoyed, I get up and he grabs my hand, gently tugging me back. “Please don’t run off.”

“You still lied,” I say, spinning around and pulling my hand out of his grip. I turn to leave, only to run into Theo who is standing silently behind me. He leans closer, his lips so close to mine, I lose my train of thought for a second.

“You can still be mad and still want us,” he says before kissing me, his tongue playing with mine. His hand slides under my shirt at my back before sliding into my panties and grabbing my ass.

This fucker!

I slap him. He stares at me, hand going to his cheek. "What the fuck?" he demands.

I glare at him, shoving him away from me. "You asshole! You know I'm pissed at you, and you think you can use this fucking mate bond against me? No, Theo, I'm not going to let you!" I whirl on Tobias but he holds his hands up. He hasn't tried anything, this time. "Thank you, Tobias," I grunt.

He dips his head, for once in his life acknowledging my own feelings and emotions. "You have put me through way too much for me to just sit and spread my legs for you. Just because I want to fuck you, doesn't mean I'm going to give in." I toss my hair and turn away from him.

Tobias tenses and Theo looks away from me, glancing outside. Now what is the problem? I watch as they both look at each other, hearing something only they can hear. After a few seconds I, too, also hear the sound of tires on the dirt road coming toward the house at great speed.

“Go get dressed, my parents are here,” Theo says before pulling me closer and kissing my forehead. "We'll talk about all this after. I promise I'll fight for you." He steps back and motions for the stairs. I make my way back upstairs and into our room.

Why have they shown up? It makes me nervous. Tobias comes into the room as I rummage through the closet, trying to find something decent to wear. Settling on some tights and a blouse. Tobias reaches in and pulls a shirt from the hanger and he grabbed a pair of jeans quickly slipping them on before coming over and wrapping his strong arms around me and kissing my head, I pull back and out of his reach.

I dashed to the bathroom. I use the nervous energy humming through me to scrub my face red and brush my hair until it practically shone. I don't look like I've just woken up anymore. I look functional, maybe like someone who doesn't need to be offed because some other woman has been a bitch to my mates.

I get dressed and creep out of the bathroom, ears alert. Soft whispers came from downstairs, answered by very angry whispers from. His voice booms toward the end. I wince.

Arriving downstairs, I’m greeted by Caroline. She is in black suit pants and a blouse looking very formal, like she just stepped out of an important meeting. Was this a good sign or a bad one?

“Imogen, lovely to see you again.”

I nod and Caroline quickly comes over to me and hugs me, which I think is slightly strange. She has never been this welcoming before. I freeze as her arms wrap around me tightly before placing my hand on her back and hugging her back.