Page 28 of Forsaking His Mate

I close my eyes and find that reservoir of magic thatbeats inside me like a live pulse. I draw on it, envisaging the flower as I do.

“You did it!” Roux squeals, clapping.

I pop my eyes open and see I’m holding a yellow flower. I have no idea what kind it is, but it’s real.

My breath catches in my throat. “Shit,” I murmur before raising my gaze to look at the three women.

Hester smiles at me. “Well done.”

“I made a flower.”

“There is so much more we can do with our magic by working together. Let me show you.”

The lessons happen every morning after breakfast. Once they’re done, I either spend time with Roux and Apryle or I head to my cabin.

This morning, I take a walk down to the lake, needing a moment of quiet reflection.

I go to the bench that overlooks the water and sink into it. The water is lapping where it meets the bank and a breeze brushes my hair off my face as I soak in the tranquility.

I find myself wondering about my old pack, my father in particular.

Is he okay?

Did he survive the hunters’ attack?

I wish I could contact him and hear his voice.

I wish I could speak to Avery, my best friend too, but I can’t go back and I can’t risk telling anyone where I am.

I scent Abel a moment before a huge wolf steps out of the undergrowth.

His eyes lock to mine and my pulse flutters wildly.

My wolf whines, wanting to break free to meet her mate, but I push her down. I can’t go through the pain of trying to shift again.

“Abel…” I whisper his name. “Please talk to me.”

Abel’s wolf stares at me for so long that I start to fidget, anxious about what he’s thinking.

Then he turns and lops off toward his cabin, leaving me sitting here alone again.

Chapter 7

Abel

Iwatch her as she makes her way up the path toward her cabin. Again. As she does every day. It’s been two weeks since she crashed into my life.

It feels like a lifetime.

The pull toward her is undeniable, and it takes all my strength to resist her. I hate my body for reacting against my wishes.

She’s beautiful.

My cock seems to be in a semi-hard state every time she’s in my vicinity, and my wolf screams at me repeatedly to make her ours. It takes everything I have to ignore that call.

I’ve been avoiding leaving my cabin other than to make supply runs into Laurel Falls or to run in the woods.

I hunt until I’m so exhausted that I can’t seek her out, but I can’t do this forever.

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