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  “It’s just an instinctual thing,” he told her. “A shifter thing.”

  It was Olivia’s turn to smirk. Was it possible that she meant more than he was letting on?

  “That’s not a shifter trait,” she told him smugly. “Having a strong instinct about someone is a different trait.”

  She had always known of fated mates; her parents had been fated mates. She didn’t have many memories of her mom but the ones she had her father was always close by in the snapshot of her memories. And they were always smiling. Even from a young age Olivia knew how in love they were, how perfect they were together.

  After she was killed, he would talk about her often. He would tell Olivia that she had practically hung the stars and moon and he would talk about that feeling of being fated to her. How he could feel her feelings, how his wolf went wild inside of him for her. Is that what had happened with Dominic? Is that how he knew? Is that why that night had been so passionate?

  “How would you know?” he spat out. “You’re not a shifter.”

  The words hit her like a punch to the stomach. She didn’t need any more reminders that she wasn’t a shifter, she was reminded of that fact every single day. She didn’t need to think about the fact that if Atticus wasn’t her father, she would be a complete throw-away member of the pack, no one would even care about her. But his words, intended to come out cruel and hurtful, did exactly that.

  “Every time I think there may be something more to you, you do nothing but let me down.”

  Her words came out choked, even to her own ears, and she hated to give him any satisfaction at her tears.

  “What is it you want from me?” he asked her.

  “I want…I want you to act as if what happened last night mattered! I want to know that I’m not the only one who feels like there’s something more between us! I want to know that I’m not nothing to you!”

  Her breath was coming out fast and she couldn’t believe she was throwing her heart on the line. What was coming over her? She barely knew him yet he frustrated her in a way like no other—she wanted him in a way she’d wanted no other. It was visceral and she had no hope in fighting it.

  “What makes you think I feel the same way about you?” Dominic shouted back. “You were right this morning, I’m a ‘love them and leave them’ guy and that’s all last night was. I’m sorry your feelings got hurt but that’s the way I am.”

  Olivia heard the words but she didn’t believe them. They were hollow to her and there was no part of her that believed he was telling the truth.

  “You’re lying,” she told him flatly.

  He shrugged and acted indifferent. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

  Her gaze narrowed at him, angrier at the fact that he wouldn’t admit he wanted her like she wanted him by the minute.

  “You should be sorry, but not because you think you’re hurting me. You should be sorry because when you come looking for a second chance with me, you’re not going to find it. I’m not going to waste my time on someone who doesn’t even have the guts to admit he wants to be with me. You want to pretend that I mean nothing? That’s fine. But just like you can feel my heart racing and feel my nerves, I can feel you’re lying through your teeth.”

  They stared at each other a moment longer and Olivia hoped with everything that he was going to say something. That he was going to stop her from walking away from him, but as the seconds passed and he didn’t say anything, she felt the tears spring to her eyes. He may be breaking her heart but she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing it.

  She turned to leave before he finally spoke up again, just a whisper behind her back.

  “You don’t know what could happen. You don’t know what I’d be giving up,” he told her. It was a confession, a hope that she could understand, but it wasn’t enough.

  Olivia just shook her head in disappointment.

  “I guess you don’t see what you’re giving up now either.”

  With her back turned to him she gave him that last chance to say something to her but this time there were no words. All hope left her heart and she suddenly couldn’t stand to be in the same room as him. She walked back to his bedroom and shut the door, content to spend the rest of the night nursing her broken heart alone.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Dominic

  The door flung open and Dominic saw the look on his brother’s face: betrayal, hurt, anger. It was the same look that he was sure had been on his own face when his father had chosen Ronald over himself. His brother flung himself at Dominic, he could still feel the rips and tears in his own wolf as the two fought; years of anger tore through Dominic, letting every bit of betrayal and favoritism that he’d felt through his whole life be unleashed.

  While Ronald was only fighting because of his anger of the moment at Dominic in bed with his fiancé, Dominic was fighting for far more than that. Hit after hit, the claws were striking his already disadvantaged brother. Dominic wasn’t even aware how much he was overpowering his brother, his own growls louder than Ronald’s whimpers until his brother lay beneath him, bleeding, the life drained from his wolf.

  Dominic woke with a start, shooting upright on the couch, his eyes searching the room, disorientated. But the moment his eyes landed on Olivia it all came back to him.

  “Are you ok?” She asked tentatively.

  Dominic rubbed his eyes. “Yeah, I just…was having a nightmare.”

  “Yeah… I could tell.” She was standing near the couch, and it looked like she wanted to reach for him, but Dominic didn’t want her touch. He was still too shaken from his nightmare to get close to anyone.

  “I heard you, from the bedroom. You were thrashing around out here and growling. I thought maybe something was outside but when I took a peak I only saw you on the couch. Was it a bad one?”

  “I… I dreamt… I killed my brother.”

  Olivia’s eyes went wide. “Why would you dream something so awful?”

  Still feeling exhausted, Dominic didn’t feel like hiding anymore, just for a moment, he felt himself weaken to her soft eyes. He moved to make space on the couch and Olivia took the subtle hint and sat down next to him.

  “I did get into a fight with my twin brother Ronald. He’s always been the favorite of my parents and while I was never a perfect child, I would have been the better leader to take over when my dad is no longer king. But then he chose him.”

  The memory was still burning inside of him. Reluctantly he told her the truth.

  “He was engaged to a woman that was fit to be queen, maybe he loved her, I never really knew. But I seduced her and made sure he walked in on us in bed together”

  Her jaw dropped. “Why would you do that?”

  “Because I was sick of his perfect life and I just wanted to ruin it just a bit— just for a little revenge. Nothing was supposed to happen except he was supposed to get pissed off. But instead we ended up in a brutal fight, lost control and nearly kill him. I stopped just in time but it’s why my parents kicked me out of the castle. His fiancé left him after that and I was banished. Nothing good can come from hooking up with a woman in the pack, not when it would piss off someone so badly.”

  Suddenly there was a pang of regret in his stomach, that what he had done was childish and wrong. He didn’t exactly regret it, but he didn’t feel good about it anymore either.

  “Is that why you’re afraid to be with me?”

  Without looking at her, he nodded.

  “With Atticus…with my anger…it’s just too dangerous. It’s not that I’m afraid…it’s that I can’t be with you. It’s just not possible.”

  He was sure she understood exactly what he was saying and would back away from him and the danger of him and Atticus’ wrath. But instead Dominic felt the warmth of her hand wrap around his, and he felt the tenderness, and something inside of him broke.

  “I don’t care about any of that,” she whispered to him. “I only care about being with you.”

 
; Some part of his wolf that he didn’t know existed and before he knew what he was doing, he was kissing her. Deeply. Fiercely. Dragging her body down to the rug where the fire crackled behind him.

  The way she’d moved the other night when he’d gone down on her had been the biggest turn on of his life and he was going to show her how wild she made his wolf. Pinning her underneath his body, his hands were all over her, along with his tongue tasting and touching every inch of her that he could. He couldn’t get enough of her.

  She pulled at his sweatpants, pulling him free where he was the hardest he’d ever been in his life. His fingers went under the hem of her long shirt and he could feel the heat between her legs, the dampness and he couldn’t wait any longer. By the look in her eyes, she didn’t want to wait either.

  Dominic pushed himself inside of her, letting out a long breath of release at how tight and warm she felt. Olivia cried out underneath him in pleasure and he bit her lip, her neck, sucking at the sweet taste of her as he thrust harder and faster. The feel of her was incredible and he had no idea how long he could hold out. She clawed at him, scratching at his back and tugging at his hair. He wanted to feel her more, push in deeper.

  Pulling back, he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his neck and leaned forward, pushing into her until he felt the both of them would break. Those intense thrusts did finally shatter her and she came all around him, her body pulsing as she screamed in pleasure. The look on her face from the power of Dominic’s body and what he could do to her made his own release hit him hard and fast. He pulled out of her as he spilled on her flat stomach. He was panting, looking down at her, and wondering what in the world had just come over him. How her body had felt so different to him…so… perfect… like no other woman has felt before.

  He could easily get used to that feeling, a little too easily. Even though he was sure he shouldn’t fall into anything with her, he laid next to her on the floor by the fire and felt his body drift to sleep, her head weighing heavily on his chest. The smell of her hair, the touch of her fingertips, the easy breathing when she fell into her own sleep, it all puts him at such ease that he forgot for the night that being with Olivia was wrong. He was dangerous, being with her was dangerous, and both of them could easily get hurt or worse. As much as he didn’t want to admit how much he cared about her, he did care about her too much to let her get hurt. And he cared too much about the pack to lose them either.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Olivia

  This time when she woke, Olivia was still wrapped tightly in Dominic’s strong arms and she loved the feel of it. It had been the best wake-up she’d ever had in her life. If she could wake up every day that way then she knew she’d never complain about anything again. Even though the floor was hard and with just one tiny blanket to share it was rather cold, it was the most comfortable she’d ever been.

  Their first time together had been passionate, a tenderness had set between them. But their second time had been different, it had been wildly animalistic and raw. Like the walls that they’d both put up were coming down piece by piece with every stroke, every kiss, and every orgasm. It was their second time together and no less remarkable than it had been the first, though completely different. She had to imagine it couldn’t get better than that but if it didn’t she wasn’t ever going to complain. But there was always the wonderful possibility that the more they were together, the better it would get, if that was possible.

  Next to her, Dominic moved and she felt his muscles stretch beneath where her palms rested against his arms and chest. Muscles like that could drive a woman insane, and she felt she was nearly crazy for him. If this was what fated mates felt like, then she had no idea how she could survive being with him— then again, she didn’t know how she could survive without him.

  The roller-coaster that she was riding with him was fast and furious with no way to stop it. It was a lot to handle but at the same time, even if someone could put on the breaks, she wouldn’t want to get off the ride. No, she was content to ride this exciting yet maddening ride that was Dominic for as long as she could.

  “Good morning,” he said to her before he even opened his eyes.

  She smiled, her cheek against his chest.

  “Good morning,” she whispered back.

  “Last night was… I don’t even know what last night was,” he laughed lightly.

  Olivia liked his laugh and realized that while she’d been with him for two days and had already experienced a lifetime with him, she’d yet to hear him laugh.

  “I like that,” she told him.

  This made him crack his eye and look at her, the amber looking like liquid with his eyes still sleepy. “What do you like?”

  “You’re laugh,” she told him simply. “You should do it more often.”

  He closed his eyes again and smiled, not smirking like he usually did, but genuinely smiled. She could have dozed off again in the comfort of him but there was a knock at the door. Dominic sprang up faster than she’d seen someone move before. She sat up more slowly next to him, holding the blanket against her chest.

  Dominic’s eyes combed over the room and his face appeared stricken with panic.

  “What’s the matter?” she asked.

  “Someone’s at the door,” he answered obviously.

  Olivia rolled her eyes. “Well, duh. But why is that such a problem?”

  Dominic stood and as always, she marveled at his naked body and had to wonder if she was ever going to get used to such a perfect sight.

  “We can’t be seen together.”

  Quickly he was stuffing his legs into his jeans and kept his eye on the window, as if the curtains were magically going to open and reveal that they’d slept together. More slowly than he, as she stood with the blanket wrapped more tightly around her.

  “What’s the big deal?” she asked. “It’s not like I’ve never hooked-up with someone before. Plus, this is…different.”

  A low rumble came from deep in his chest and her eyes widened at the unfamiliar sound. “I’m not getting kicked out from another pack,” he said firmly. “Go in the bedroom and get dressed,” he commanded.

  If anyone else had talked to her that way she would have dug in her heels and refused to listen all the while giving that person a fight. But Dominic’s tone told her that he was in no mood for a battle so reluctantly she walked back to the bedroom with a million words on her tongue.

  She swiped at the makeup that had slightly smudged in her sleep and ran a brush through her hair, in an attempt to calm herself from the anger she was feeling at Dominic’s dismissal. How could one person cause so many feelings inside of her?

  One minute she was content and feeling safe and comfortable, his arms feeling like she was finally returning home after a journey that she’d never thought she’d make it through. Then the next she wanted to scream at him and wipe that smug smile right off of his face. How she could feel so connected to him yet utterly irritated by him boggled her mind. But someone was at the door and there was absolutely nothing she could do about Dominic at the moment. The only thing she could do was get dressed and find out who was at his cabin so early in the morning. That person had ripped her away from the happiest she’d ever felt so it had better be worth it.

  Dressing in leggings and a sweater, Olivia emerged from Dominic’s room feeling much fresher and better about herself. The scent of coffee brewing perked her up as she took the few short steps toward the kitchen.

  Patrick, one of the pack members, was sitting across from Dominic at the small circular kitchen table.

  “Good morning, Olivia. How did you sleep?” Dominic asked as if he barely remembered she was there. It was an act, she knew it was, but still it grated on her nerves. Olivia had never hidden her life and what she wanted, so why was she having to do it now when she finally found the one true thing she wanted?

  “Fine, thanks,” was all she said.

  She walked over to the counter and took a mug out of the cu
pboard and poured herself a steaming cup of coffee.

  “So, what were you saying, Patrick?” Dominic pulled the attention from Olivia back to the conversation she had interrupted.

  “The attack last night, it wasn’t bad but I’m certain they’re coming.”

  Olivia hadn’t heard what was being said from the bedroom but her blood ran cold when she heard someone had been attacked.

  “Who was it?” she asked anxiously.

  “No one from our pack. He’s a loner, lives in town but not with any wolves. He’s not part of a pack, seems that he’s tried to give up the life of a shifter. But, they caught him anyway.”

  “Why would they do that?” Dominic asked. “Atticus said the poachers are looking to get rid of packs for sport. Why would they go after just one shifter who doesn’t even partake in a pack?”

  Patrick shrugged. He looked ragged, worn out, and it was obvious the toll this was taking on every rank of member. He scratched at his thick beard and let his experience show in his thoughts. “Maybe this isn’t just about killing packs anymore, maybe this whole thing has just become a game of killing shifters.”

  “It was close by?” Olivia asked.

  “It was just in town. He survived, but only because a neighbor called for help when she heard some disturbing noises. He’ll be alright, but that means that they’re mere minutes away from us. We’re probably next.”

  Olivia felt her body slump against the kitchen counter. Just the night before she had found how very real the threat was and now it was only minutes away? Life was spinning so fast in the prior couple of days that she was very nearly feeling dizzy about it all.

  “I should get going,” Patrick finally said standing from the table. “The wife is nervous about being alone. I think we’re all a little nervous about all of it.”

  He walked toward the front door, neither Olivia nor Dominic moving one bit. With his hand on the knob, he turned back toward Dominic again. The two locked eyes and Olivia watched something pass between them.