complex
this time, deeper… and she was resting peacefully on his chest.
Ronan’s body tensed in
confusion. No. How was this possible? It had to be some kind of trick. Lifting
the arm that lay across his chest he looked at the braided leather cuff Kat
always wore. He swallowed dryly as he ran his thumb under the snap and popped
it off her wrist. There hidden beneath the leather was his bonding mark. The
one he had put on her twenty four years ago.
His beast woke with a
low growl. Questions raced through his head. He took in a deep calming breath
only to be filled with Kat’s scent. Now instead of just smelling wildflowers he
recognized her unique scent as his mate.
The stone, someone had
put it on her deliberately with the intent of hiding his mate from him. They
had faked her death and severed his connection with her. They had taken his
mate from him. The thought filled him with rage and so many unanswered
questions. Had Kat known about this? He doubted she did. She had only been
three when she disappeared. What then had happened to Moria? Kat hadn’t spoken
about any family. Why did he find her alone and unprotected? Dam it! She had
almost been killed by a feral alone in the woods! Hell, she didn’t even believe
that she was a Lykan!
Ronan held Kat tightly
to his chest as his thoughts raced around each other in his head. Gods, she was
really here. All these years he had thought she was forever lost to him. At
least his reaction to her made sense now. He was unaware of how much time had passed
until he felt her beginning to stir in his arms.
Kat shifted and
snuggled closer with a soft moan on her lips. She was having the most delicious
dream. Again she had dreamt of the man with the golden eyes. But this time, as
she stumbled through the woods searching for him, he emerged from the darkness
that surrounded them. This time instead of chasing his shadow the sun had shined
down brightly on his head, illuminating his face and making his eyes glow brightly.
Breathless Kat had run
to stand in front of him. He smiled down at her as she reached a hand out and
ran it over the smooth skin of his cheek. “I’ve been looking for you.” She
gasped, her voice coming out in a whisper.
Wrapping his arms
around her he pulled her in close to his warm body and lowered his lips to
hers.
Ronan waited tensely
as Kat began to stir in his arms. Would she know who he was now? What would her
reaction to him be? Ronan took a deep breath and froze. Dam it. The woman was
sending out pheromones like crazy. This was not good. His beast was quick to
respond and heat pulsed through his body. She was his mate and she had been
sending out signals for the last few weeks that she was close to her first heat
cycle. It was what had attracted the feral to her so fiercely and one of the
reasons he had been in such a hurry to deposit her with his pack and then be
free of her.
As he lay quietly with
her in his arms this morning his thoughts had raced. He understood now his
fascination with her. In spite of the pendant he had been drawn to her from the
beginning. Need for her pounded through his veins along with a fierce demand to
protect her, especially from himself. There really was no other option. Even
though he now knew that they were bonded he still had to take her to his pack. He
was still not a fit mate for her, even more so now than before. He could not complete
the mating bond with her. He had stepped down as the next in line to lead his
pack. His beast had become more uncontrollable in the years since he had lost
her. He had become a lone wolf, unfit to be around the others. He couldn’t in
good conscience bind her to him for all eternity.
She deserved a good
life, one with family and children. One he could no longer give her. The bonding
mark on her wrist, declared to all that she would one day be his mate. However,
she could still be mated to another male in spite of the mark. Their mating
wasn’t complete but it
this time, deeper… and she was resting peacefully on his chest.
Ronan’s body tensed in
confusion. No. How was this possible? It had to be some kind of trick. Lifting
the arm that lay across his chest he looked at the braided leather cuff Kat
always wore. He swallowed dryly as he ran his thumb under the snap and popped
it off her wrist. There hidden beneath the leather was his bonding mark. The
one he had put on her twenty four years ago.
His beast woke with a
low growl. Questions raced through his head. He took in a deep calming breath
only to be filled with Kat’s scent. Now instead of just smelling wildflowers he
recognized her unique scent as his mate.
The stone, someone had
put it on her deliberately with the intent of hiding his mate from him. They
had faked her death and severed his connection with her. They had taken his
mate from him. The thought filled him with rage and so many unanswered
questions. Had Kat known about this? He doubted she did. She had only been
three when she disappeared. What then had happened to Moria? Kat hadn’t spoken
about any family. Why did he find her alone and unprotected? Dam it! She had
almost been killed by a feral alone in the woods! Hell, she didn’t even believe
that she was a Lykan!
Ronan held Kat tightly
to his chest as his thoughts raced around each other in his head. Gods, she was
really here. All these years he had thought she was forever lost to him. At
least his reaction to her made sense now. He was unaware of how much time had passed
until he felt her beginning to stir in his arms.
Kat shifted and
snuggled closer with a soft moan on her lips. She was having the most delicious
dream. Again she had dreamt of the man with the golden eyes. But this time, as
she stumbled through the woods searching for him, he emerged from the darkness
that surrounded them. This time instead of chasing his shadow the sun had shined
down brightly on his head, illuminating his face and making his eyes glow brightly.
Breathless Kat had run
to stand in front of him. He smiled down at her as she reached a hand out and
ran it over the smooth skin of his cheek. “I’ve been looking for you.” She
gasped, her voice coming out in a whisper.
Wrapping his arms
around her he pulled her in close to his warm body and lowered his lips to
hers.
Ronan waited tensely
as Kat began to stir in his arms. Would she know who he was now? What would her
reaction to him be? Ronan took a deep breath and froze. Dam it. The woman was
sending out pheromones like crazy. This was not good. His beast was quick to
respond and heat pulsed through his body. She was his mate and she had been
sending out signals for the last few weeks that she was close to her first heat
cycle. It was what had attracted the feral to her so fiercely and one of the
reasons he had been in such a hurry to deposit her with his pack and then be
free of her.
As he lay quietly with
her in his arms this morning his thoughts had raced. He understood now his
fascination with her. In spite of the pendant he had been drawn to her from the
beginning. Need for her pounded through his veins along with a fierce demand to
protect her, especially from himself. There really was no other option. Even
though he now knew that they were bonded he still had to take her to his pack. He
was still not a fit mate for her, even more so now than before. He could not complete
the mating bond with her. He had stepped down as the next in line to lead his
pack. His beast had become more uncontrollable in the years since he had lost
her. He had become a lone wolf, unfit to be around the others. He couldn’t in
good conscience bind her to him for all eternity.
She deserved a good
life, one with family and children. One he could no longer give her. The bonding
mark on her wrist, declared to all that she would one day be his mate. However,
she could still be mated to another male in spite of the mark. Their mating
wasn’t complete but it
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