Chapter 87
CHARLOTTE’S POV
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“If you’re seeing Moon in your dreams, it can mean a few things,” Gavin stated. “She could be part of your forgotten past or there’s something about her that is triggering certain information about to your brain.”
I blinked at him severally, he wasn’t making any sense. That sounded like he was trying not to answer me directly. “What exactly does that mean? Is she part of my past or not?”
His eyes flicked to something behind me before settling back on my face. “The first thing you should know about yourself,” he continued, his voice cutting lower, “is that your mother died when you were very young so you were raised by your father ind your stepmother. And, let’s just say that it wasn’t rosy living with them.”
The way he said it made my stomach twist. Not rosy? That was too light for the painful images living freely in my head. I sucked in a sharp breath, my palms suddenly damp. I had wanted this, tired of feeling like a stranger inside my own head. But standing here now, listening to pieces of my life being handed to me like this, I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel.
You had this huge birthmark on your cheek that made you stand out before everyone else. That earned you the name Ugly Duckling.” The name rang a loud bell in my ears. “It became your nickname and everyone mocked you with it. You always hied away from people. I can’t really explain why… maybe after hearing it for so long, you started believing it was true.” I wiped my sweaty palms against my dress again and he gently held one of my hands, probably intending to bring me comfort but it did nothing to help. “I didn’t get to spend much time with you back then but you weren’t ugly and I made ure I told you that as many times as I could.”
could tell he was trying to make it softer and not to make it sound as brutal as it really was. But he didn’t have to protect ne from it, I had already seen pieces of it in flashes and dreams. I bit into my lip, trying to steady the emotions building nside me. “You said we were close friends…” I shifted my weight on one foot. “Did we… did we ever get together intimately? I now you’re not my mate but did we ever…”
A small smile played on his lips, and there was that unfamiliar but mischievous glint in his eyes. “What if I tell you we did?”
e asked quietly. “Would you hate me?”
Gavin was a hell of a handsome man, he had tattoos that ran over his arms and disappeared beneath his shirt, the kind of nan people naturally gravitated to. He had the looks and the charisma, no doubt about that. But the thought that we might have been together in the past didn’t sit right with me. It made something twist uncomfortably in my chest. I forced a small mile, though it felt awkward on my face. “Just answer me straight.”
A loud growl erupted behind me causing me to turn toward the door and I saw Ace standing there. His left hand was gripping the glass door so tight that a crack suddenly split through it, and the next second the glass shattered loudly and fell o the ground in tiny pieces, scattering across the floor. Some pieces slid near his feet, others stayed where they dropped. A ew seconds later, I saw blood running from his palm, dripping down his fingers onto the broken glass. He didn’t react like he felt the pain.
I stared at him, that damn glass was thick. How did he break it with just one hand?
His eyes burned with so much anger and jealousy and something deeper that I couldn’t quite decipher.
“It’s a yes or no question, Gavin.” His voice was dangerously low. He stepped forward and wrapped a possessive arm around the small of my waist, pulling me away from Gavin and against his side. My body reacted instantly, a shiver ran through my body at his touch, like there was some invisible current connecting us, something I still can’t explain.
“This is none of your business. Whether or not I had anything to do with her has absolutely nothing to do with you. Why don’t you mind your business and stay away from her!” Gavin snapped.
The sudden shift in his tone caught me off guard. They really were related, the same temper and the same way their mood
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“It is every bit of my business if you’re talking about my woman.” Ace’s voice was strained, but I could feel the heat coming off him. His hand tightened slightly on my waist, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind Gavin that I was standing on his side.
For a moment there I almost got intoxicated by Ace’s closeness and forgot everything I was talking about with Gavin but this was important to me and I won’t have any peace until I’ve put things together. I struggled to get out of his hold which was impossible.
“Could you guys fight later?” I said, turning to Ace. He was still throwing cold stares at his cousin. “This is really important to me and I need to know about my past.” I need to understand how you’re mates to a woman who hated me and wanted me dead. I added silently in my head.
Ace slowly released his hold on me. As I stepped away from him, my head suddenly felt tight. The pain came fast and I was unprepared, something was physically squeezing my brain from inside. The next second, the familiar headache hit me so hard that my knees gave out and I fell to the floor.
I heard both their voices at the same time.
“Charlotte!”
Their voices started to sound far away. Everything around me faded. The room disappeared and I felt like I was falling into something dark. The younger me walked into a beautiful, well decorated room. The place looked expensive and grand. I was moving quickly, I couldn’t tell what I was doing, but I looked busy, like I had something important to finish.
The door suddenly opened and my quiet heart began to drum hard against my chest. I couldn’t see his face clearly, but I knew it was a man. His scent filled the room, and it made my legs feel weak. I wanted to run to him, wanted to throw myself into his arms and stay there until his smell covered me completely.
But there was distance between us, he felt higher than me, like someone I wasn’t allowed to have.
He stepped closer and cupped my face in his hands. His touch was warm and gentle.
“Of all the people the Moon Goddess could have paired me with, it had to be you,” he said quietly. “You’re below me in every way and I can’t be with someone like you.”
Maybe he meant for it to sting and it did. The words hurt me, I swallowed hard, trying not to let it show. Tears slipped down my cheeks. He wiped them away with his thumb like he hadn’t just caused them. That confused me more than the insult How could he hurt me and still touch me like that?
“I need to go,” I whispered and turned to leave.
But he caught my arm and pulled me back. In one swift move, he hoisted me off the ground and carried me to the large, neatly dressed bed. He dropped me onto the sheets.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said, leaning over me. “You’re my mate.”
He captured my lips in a rough kiss, claiming more than asking. Then he pulled back slightly, his eyes hard.
“But you’re still nothing but a desperate little thing who should be grateful I’m even touching you
The younger me lay there, taking in every word, every touch. Loving the closeness even while it cuts deep. She didn’t fight it or push him away. She was too broken to choose herself over him.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
