.Chapter 7-1
Simone
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I swallowed hard and shoved my wolf back into the deepest corner of my mind, trying to focus on
the absolute clusterfuck my life had become in the span of twenty-four hours.
My fiancé tried to mind control me and realized I’m a null. He rejected me in front of his entire court, tried to kidnap me, and sicced his brainwashed guards on me. I ran into the woods and my ex-fiancé’s father, the lost king who’d been missing for eighteen years, saved my ass. And now my
wolf was insisting he was my fated mate.
Being a null wasn’t exactly common knowledge I shared with strangers, even if those strangers happened to be missing royalty. The whole thing was complicated enough without getting into my magical immunity. My mom had explained it to me when I was little, how eons ago, nulls were born of fae back when they were more prevalent on earth. The fae had drawn up way too much magic and nearly drained the earth dry, so the earth cut them off completely. One generation born without magic, and the fae couldn’t adapt. They died out within two hundred years.
Mom was descended from that bloodline. She used to be what’s called a ternary: part fae, part witch, part wolf. But only the null abilities got passed down to me. My brother Dash got her witch powers, and we were both wolf shifters. Lucky me, I got the one trait that made magic slide right off me but didn’t come with any cool powers to compensate.
Just a typical Tuesday, really.
“You okay?” His rough voice cut through my mental spiral, and I realized I must look exactly as
shocked as I felt.
“Um…” I stuttered, hating how unsteady I sounded. “I think so.”
That was a lie. I was definitely not okay. My chest felt like it was on fire, my heart was beating so fast I thought it might explode, and every cell in my body was screaming at me to get closer to this man. The mate bond was pulling at me with an intensity I’d never experienced before, and it was
terrifying.
“What’s your name, little wolf?” he murmured, and I had to bite my lip to stop a whimper from escaping at the sound of that pet name on his lips.
Since when did I like pet names? I’d always found them patronizing and annoying when other guys tried them. But hearing it from Kane in that gravelly voice made heat pool in my belly.
“Simone,” I said, then immediately word-vomited the rest. “Or Si. Or whatever you want to call me. I
don’t care.”
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Goddess, I so cared. And from the way his nostrils flared slightly, maybe he could smell the lie on
“Ours,” my wolf whispered in my mind, and I wanted to strangle her.
I tried to focus on what I knew about lycans to distract myself from the burning in my chest.
According to the intelligence we’d gathered, lycans weren’t that different from wolves physically
except for their bigger size, but they had what were called designations. Their role in the pack was
basically assigned at birth and had to do with their beasts. Alphas were the most powerful, betas
were warriors, and omegas were… well, apparently born to breed, which sounded incredibly
fucked up to me.
Feeling the power that radiated from Kane’s body even when he was sitting still, I was pretty sure
he was an alpha. The dominance rolled off him, making my wolf want to bare her throat in
submission. But the question that was driving me crazy was whether he could feel the mate bond
pulsing between us.
Because from his blank expression, it was hard to tell if he was affected at all.
“Simone,” he repeated, and the way he said my name made it sound like he was savoring the taste
of it on his tongue.
A deep noise rumbled from the back of his throat, definitely his lycan responding, but his expression stayed frustratingly neutral. He didn’t seem nearly as affected as I was, which made me want to snarl at both him and my traitorous wolf.
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