Page 29 of Forbidden Wolf

The adrenalin to either run or hide coursed through me. There would be little point trying to fight Levi as his strength was superior to mine. He’d already proved that outside when he dragged my ass back in here with little effort.

Wolves were all heat and fire, reacting first and asking questions later. Vampires were creatures that methodically stalked their prey and only attacked when we were sure we would win.

Levi folded his arms across his wide chest. The expression on his face made me cower back into the wall. At times I saw hints of the boy he used to be, but right now all I saw was a lethal killer with me in his sights.

“What the hell, Tasha?” he demanded in a low cold tone.

My gaze darted to the door again and he moved to stand between me and the entrance. His fist bunched against his bicep.

“I risked everything to find and save you, and you decide to walk into the sun. The fucking sun, Tasha! You do remember that you’re a vampire?”

“Piss off, Levi.”

He crouched in front of me, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. “Why don’t you tell me what the fuck is going on? When did what we have change from being special?”

I bit into my bottom lip as my emotions warred inside me. “Just forget it.”

He looked at me like I was insane, shaking his head. “No, let’s just sort this out right now so we can move on.”

My vision lightened, which meant my eyes were glowing blue. My fangs lengthened until they dipped below my bottom lip.

“How long did you wait before you took another lover? A day? A week maybe?”

He flinched back as if I’d struck him.

His eyes bored into mine with an intensity that could set this cave on fire. Amber began to glow deep in their depths. He turned away, his shoulder muscles tense under his tight T-shirt as he stood looking out of the cave.

“My mum used to tell my sister stories of fated mates and how wolves were allotted one special person who completed them. I arrived at military camp broken in more ways than one. On my last day at home, I’d killed my first vampire and left my mate.” His voice was nothing more than a whisper.

I leaned forward to catch his words, my heart beating frantically and a lump forming in my throat.

“I’m not denying what I did, nor am I trying to excuse it, Tasha. I was lost and lonely and trying to work out what the hell had happened that summer. I spent two years convincing myself and everyone around me that I was a normal young wolf while my emotions withered and died inside me.”

My head lowered to rest on my knees. “What’s a fated mate?”

His fingers fisted his hair, pulling it until I was convinced he was going to tug clumps of it out. “The only woman who makes me feel anything in this fucked up existence.”

There was nothing that I could think of to say. All my anger evaporated, leaving me confused as I watched him.

He turned to face me, the bright sun behind him making him a silhouette.

“We agreed that what happened in those twenty years away from each other could never be used against us,” he reminded me in a low voice. “We had to do whatever it took to survive.”

“I know, but feeling the change in the way you kiss, your newfound sexual confidence…” My words tumbled out and then stopped for several heartbeats. “I want to find every one of them and claw their eyes out.”

His eyes widened. I wasn’t the possessive type, so it stunned me as well.

“I never kissed any of the women I fucked,” he said.

As soon as he mentioned fucking those other women, an angry little demon set up home in my chest. It was unreasonable but since when had emotions done what we wanted? His eyes glowed amber in his shadow. I wanted to be incandescent with rage, but his display of dominance and power aroused me instead.

He was right, though. We had made a promise to each other but knowing that was not the same as being presented with the facts. I’d never been jealous of anything before in my life, but this pulsating mass of heated emotions in my chest was definitely that emotion.

Whatever happened was to remain in the past until we met again in Paris.

Fuck that, he was never touching another woman until Paris even if I had to stalk him night and day.

“Part of our breeding program is that your blood is sent to a potential mate. If it tastes sweet you are compatible and are assigned a room to procreate.” My words emerged barely more than a whisper. “There’s something wrong with me because my blood tastes bitter to everyone.”

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