Black Moon (Alpha Pack #3)(35)

The bond he'd made without asking.

She was hardly aware of him drinking her blood, then finally removing his fangs and licking the wounds. Of him withdrawing and gathering her close.

Then the room and her lover faded away.

* * *

Kalen watched his woman-wow, his mate-sink into slumber and smoothed a curl from her face. A wave of happiness made him so weak it was a good thing he was lying down.

"You're precious to me," he told her sleeping form.

Love? Maybe not yet. But he was falling fast. She already owned a piece of his heart, and his soul would soon follow.

On the heels of that thought, he almost panicked. What if Malik had heard that? But there was nothing except silence in his head, and the new, miraculous tie binding him to his mate. He who'd never had anyone or anything to call his own now had a reason to fight. And to win.

Curving his body protectively against hers, he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her back as snugly to his front as possible. Then he settled the covers over them and drifted off.

Sometime later, he wasn't sure what woke him. Groggy, he reached for Mackenzie, only to find her spot empty. Sitting up, he let his eyes adjust and barely made out her form by the bed.

"What're you doing?"

"Getting dressed." Her words, like her movements, were sharp.

Fumbling for the lamp on the bedside table, he switched it on and blinked at her. "Why? Where are you going?"

"Back to my room." Her lips were pressed into a thin, angry line as she yanked on her pants.

Oh, crap. "But . . . I thought you'd stay here with me. What's wrong?"

"You just assumed, huh?" she snapped, pulling on her shirt. "Like you figured it was fine and dandy to bite me, to mate me without discussing it with me first?"

He shot from the bed, reaching for her hand. "Baby, listen to me-"

"Like you listened to me?" She jerked her arm from his grasp. "Don't touch me!"

This couldn't be happening. "My panther wanted to claim you so bad, he was tearing me apart! I couldn't hold him back," he said, voice rising with his fear. "And I thought you wanted it, too!"

"But you didn't ask!" she shouted, shoving him in the chest. "You took away my right to choose, and the tie between Bondmates can never be undone except if one of us dies."

That hit him hard, and he sat on the side of the bed. Crushing sadness nearly overwhelmed him. "I'm sorry. I'd undo it if I could, if that would make you happy."

That, of course, was another wrong thing to say.

"It's a little late to worry about how I feel, isn't it?"

"No. You always matter to me," he said quietly. "It's just . . . I thought you wanted me back. You didn't say no."

"I tried to ask you to wait," she hissed furiously.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't hear you. And how could I have stopped? Would you have refused to mate with me?"

"I don't know." She shook her head. "That's not the point."

"I disagree. I don't think it's fair to rip me a new one when you would've said yes anyway."

"Oh, I would have?" Her eyes flashed blue fire. "You arrogant ass. I'm done talking about this. I'm going back to my room, and I'd appreciate it if you left me alone for a while."

He swallowed the knot of pain in his throat. "How long?"

"Until I'm ready to talk. I'll let you know."

This time he didn't try to stop her. After she left the room, he hung his head and listened, catching the ominous click of the door shutting in the foyer.

The horrible burn started in his chest, spread to his throat, his eyes. Try as he might to stop it, he couldn't. He hadn't cried since the night so long ago when he'd finally gotten so hungry he'd given up his virginity in a dirty alley for a measly few bucks. He'd ended up torn and bleeding, left on the ground to rot with the rest of the garbage. And after he'd dried his face, he had sworn he would never shed another tear. Not for anyone, ever again.

But he'd never expected anything could possibly hurt worse than that horrible night. That he could ever again feel like something used and ugly to be discarded.

And he let the tears fall because he couldn't hold them back.

His cat yowled in distress, but there was no comfort to be found for either of them. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, naked and shivering in the dark, when he heard that voice. His voice, so low and reassuring.

Did I not tell you this would happen? Will you never listen? Care for these inferior creatures and they will hurt you time and again.

"You warned me," he admitted, heart aching.

I want you, my boy. I am here for you, so let your soul be at ease.

Someone out there cared about him. He so needed to believe that. He had to have something to hold on to, or he might as well check out.

I won't allow you to die. You are destined for greatness at my side.

He closed his eyes. "I can't stand this pain much longer. I can't take being alone, with no one of my own who gives a f**k about me. Make it stop. Please, I beg you."

You are the one with the power to end it, my boy. Don't you feel the power in your gut, flowing through your veins? Seize control. Focus your magic. Let all of that pain and anger be the fuel that guides it. Can you feel it?