chapter 12

No one needs to when you decide to be a bitch!”

“Enough both of you!” Zane growled, his voice carrying throughout the pack house. “Sarah for your information, yes I can feel the bond and so can your alpha!”

Gasps of shock filled the room at his declaration , though I wasn’t certain what they were talking about as I cling onto Zane, fearful a fight would break out. I wasn’t any good at defending myself, never have been, I usually take beatings for a reason and fighting back usually made things worse. You couldn’t fight Balthazar if you were his slave, no one could for that matter, he was too powerful.

“That’s impossible.” Said a guy with pale ginger hair and green eyes. “No one has more than one mate.”

“It is possible, but only for the Red wolf.” Zane replied, his eyes scanning the room, willing them to understand.

“She can’t be.”

“Their hasn’t been one in centuries.”

“Well shit!” Eve exclaimed, a wide smile on her face as she watched me.

Zane nodded, confirming the suspicion, though I still wasn’t sure what a red wolf was. “I’m taking her to the top floor, Eve if you could bring up some food.”

“Sure thing.” Smiled Eve as she scurried off in the opposite direction of the stairs.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Zane whispered as he smiled down at me. His voice once again warm and soft.

I didn’t understand how he could go from angry to calm in a matter of seconds, but I was glad I wasn’t going to be murdered as Sarah demanded. I cling to his bare shoulders as he carries me upstairs, my heart racing uncharacteristically, I wasn’t afraid so I was unsure why I was having such a reaction. I had never reacted to anyone this way, his sent once again catching me off guard, he smelt of hard boiled sweets and damp wood, which you wouldn’t think worked very well together, but it did. It suited him.

i knew what a mate was, I wasn’t entirely uneducated, but how did Zane and Dean know that I was theirs? Was their some sort of source telling them to be with me? I never imagined escaping would bring me into a relationship, neither had I wanted one, but the thought of being with them both excited and terrified me. What if I wasn’t good enough? I had nothing in this world, not even clothes. What could I possibly give them?

How could they ever be happy with a nobody like me? I was nothing.

“How do you know?” I ask him as we reach the end of a winding hall on the third floor, knowing I would need a map to navigate this place

He takes me into a massive bedroom, a large fourposter bed taking the a section of the left wall, the walls painted a soothing medium grey, it wasn’t too dark, but was warm enough feeling to seem inviting. On the right near the window was two chairs and a coffee table, a small book shelf on the wall beside it, a perfect place to relax and read.
Further down we’re three doors some space apart, and chests of drawers at each gap between the doors, though I couldn’t begin to guess what was behind the doors, my curiosity begging me to ask. Though I knew better than that, I could always sneak a glance later if I had the chance.

Zane placed me onto the bed gently, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders with gentle hands. “I’ll run you a bath.”

He disappeared behind the third door, the one closest to the bed as I frowned, I didn’t like that he was avoiding my question, nor did I understand it. Was the answer really that bad? I waited silently for him to return, steam beginning to fill the bedroom and warm the air, helping me to relax. I was still shivering from the cold and I didn’t want to be rude, but I wanted some clothes, I didn’t like being so exposed. It wasn’t normal for me. I was always covered from head to toe. No one has ever seen so much of my bare skin before.

He strides back into the room, a frown playing on his lips. “You can’t feel it can you?” He asks.

The question catches me off guard and I frown on return. “What can’t I feel?”

“The bond we have.” He says, his frown deepening. “My skin tingles when I am close to you, and your smell awakens things in me I didn’t know that I wanted. Do you feel nothing?”

I think for a moment, I'm sure that I feel something, something that attracts me to him, Something begging me to spend more time with him. It's like my entire being wants to be a part of him, a feeling I can’t quite understand. Whilst I don't feel exactly what he does, I know that something pulls me towards him and whether it is what he calls a mate bond, Or something else. I'd like to explore it more.

I smile softly at Zane, My words coming out a lot softer than I had intended, “ I'm not sure what I feel, all I know is I want to be close to you, that part of me wants you intimately.”

“Then you do feel it.” he says with a smile.

“You smell of boiled sweets and damp wood, and whilst I never thought of that smell as anything close to appealing, yours excites me.” I murmur with a shy smile.

No one has ever said I smile that way before, are you certain, boiled sweets?” He laughed softly, but I caught no humour in his tone; Only a fondness I had never known before.