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I jumped back into bed with them, squishing them. They moaned, looking dazed and confused, but I straddled Daxon as he was the one in the middle, smiling crazily.
“Are you okay?” Ares asked.
“I’m more than okay. My memories are back!” I beamed and ended up cheering, my hands thrown into the air as I did a small wiggle dance. Of course, I realized then, I was still naked and I’d just jiggled my breasts for the three men who were suddenly very distracted from my words.
I shot my hands back down and said, “It’s all back, all my memories at Amarok, us traveling to Romania to bring back my wolf, and then being spelled again…and everything in between to now.” I was laughing hysterically at this point.
Everyone scrambled out of bed at that stage, me in Daxon’s arms, and they were all surrounding me, crowding close, hugging me, kissing me. If I thought I was the luckiest girl last night, I was mistaken. I was now, being with three men I loved, who loved me. I’d gained all my memories back. And I knew that with my men by my side, nothing could stop us.
I kissed them all back, fresh tears threading down my cheeks. Tears that came from pure happiness. They were peppering me with kisses and I couldn’t stop smiling.
“It’s good to be back,” I murmured, kissing Daxon on the lips.
I turned to Ares and hugged him, as I slipped out of Daxon’s arms. “Thank you for helping me fall in love with you.”
Wilder’s hands were already on my hips, pulling me towards him, twisting me around to face him.
“Rune, I’m ready to make you mine, finally, as well.” His voice broke, and I understood the agony he’d been going through.
“Of course,” I answered, because I couldn’t stand to have him suffering a second longer. “This is a special morning.” I fingered the blue stone around my neck, feeling how it gave off a small buzz. This had to work.
“We’ll leave you two alone,” Ares stated, nudging Daxon to join him, since Daxon didn’t look like he was going anywhere.
I turned my attention to Wilder who slid his hands around my waist, bringing me closer to him. “I love you so much, Rune. But I’m worried that something’s broken inside of me to make our bond complete. If this doesn’t work…”
I was shaking my head, placing my palm against his bare chest. “You are mine, and no matter what happens…that won’t change.”
“It matters to me,” his voice slightly rose, his grip tightening. “I want what you and Daxon have, the connection that bonds you both to your souls. To have you forever, knowing that you would keep on wanting me.”
“Wilder, please…”
“No, hear me out. I’ve given it a lot of thought. I think I’ve been cursed ever since Daria spelled me. When I forgot about you and believed she was my fated mate.” His eyebrows pinched together with agony, sorrow etched across his features. “Ever since then, I’ve been different.”
I remembered the moment he spoke of because it had shattered me to pieces. I’d found him and Daria strolling along a trail in the woods, laughing, holding each other like they were soul mates. For a long time after that, I believed Wilder had left me for that bitch. And it hurt to see him still suffering because of it.
Pushing my hair away from my neck, I offered myself to him. “There’s magic in the air and a miracle has just happened, and I know this is going to work.”
“You are my everything. My stars, my sun, my existence.” He leaned in and kissed me slowly. I pushed myself up on my tippy toes, to reach him, to show him he meant the world to me too. “But I’m not enough for you, if I can’t even claim your soul as mine.”
His words hurt, and I clung onto him, wanting desperately to show him we were meant to be together.
His mouth left a path of kisses across my cheek, then down my neck. There was no pause, only the heaviness of his breath, then he struck. His teeth sank into the curve of neck.
I flinched at the rawness of his bite, at him tearing skin. Pain swelled over me, and I clutched onto him, shaking, but I swallowed back how much it hurt.
Please let it work, please, it has to work this time.
But the longer I waited, the more dread filled me. There was no overwhelming love, no possessive feeling, no gratefulness for the bite. I couldn't feel Wilder’s feelings rushing over my senses… there was nothing but excruciating pain from his teeth.
And nothing hurt as much as the realization that we weren’t bonding. I wanted to cry, to scream as my chest tightened.
When Wilder pulled back from me, my blood on his lips, he was destroyed.
“Wilder,” I whispered, reaching for him, shaking at seeing him that way.
“I told you, it’s me. I’m the problem.” Red burned across his face, self-hatred battering in his gaze. He brushed right past me, darting out of the room.
My knees buckled and I fell to them, tears falling. I sobbed into my hands. But the longer I cried for him, the more a fierce anger rose through me that he’d let something like a bond stand between us.
