Page 75 of Rejecting his Mate

“Go back to sleep,” he murmurs drowsily in my ear.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I say quietly, unsure if the others are still sleeping.

Cade pulls me tighter against him, and I feel his cock press against my ass. My body reacts instantly, heat and wetness flooding between my legs. There’s an ache there that I want him to fill, but he seems oblivious to my plight as he holds me against him.

“It’s okay,” he assures me. “Do you feel better? You were dead on your feet last night.”

So dead on my feet I didn’t realize he climbed into bed with me.

“I’m okay,” I assure him. “I need to pee, though, so I’m going to need you to let go of me.”

He mutters something I don’t catch and grudgingly relinquishes his hold on me. My wolf isn’t happy about this. She urges me to go back into his arms, but I force myself to sit up. My hand presses against my ribs as I do, trying to stem the pain. It’s less than it was yesterday, but it’s still there.

Slowly and carefully, so as not to wake the others, I cross the carpeted floor and slip into the bathroom. Once I’ve shut the door, I use the toilet and wash my hands.

Is this going to be our lives? Constantly running? Looking over our shoulders and suspecting everyone is an enemy?

I hate it already.

No wonder my mom was so scared in my memories.Doing this alone would be horrible, and while I wish the guys would leave me, I’m also secretly glad they haven’t. Doing this alone… I think I would give up and let them find me.

I study my reflection in the mirror over the basin. My eyes look a little less demonic today, but they are still red and bloodshot. I wash my face and brush my teeth using my finger. I’m going to need supplies if we’re going to be on the road for a while.

As I turn, my gaze locks onto the window. It opens, and I could easily slip out of it.

And go where?

I don’t have money. I don’t have transport.

Hopelessness washes over me. I close my eyes, wishing I could see my mom again, but no memories come, no images, no blasts of pain.

I look into the block in my mind, trying to push past it, but I can’t. Why is it there, and how do I break through it?

Blowing out a breath, I finger-brush my hair and make myself look as presentable as I can.

When I step back into the room, Cade is waiting outside the door. “I can pee without an escort.”

“I was worried.”

“About?”

“You making a swift exit out the bathroom window.”

My irritation softens. “I’m not going to run, Cade,” I assure him.

“I hope not, because I’d just come and find you.”

My belly flutters at his words. “I know.”

I step around him and into the room fully. Sawyer issitting up in bed, though Jackson is out for the count next to him.

Wyatt is awake but hasn’t moved out of the covers yet.

“Morning sunshine,” Sawyer says. I don’t know how he’s still so cheerful.

We’re being hunted by two factions, both of which want me dead, probably Cade too, for what he did to my old pack members.

“Morning.”

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