Page 35 of The Alpha's Chosen Outcast

Part of me is flattered that I can rattle her so much, but at the same time, I’m slightly annoyed that I have to explain this.

Her hair is still disheveled from my fingers in it as she worked my dick with her mouth. The thought starts to get me hard all over again. I have to concentrate.

“Yes, talk about what just happened and what it means going forward. I know you felt it too, my wolf calling to yours.”

Her face goes ashen.

“It’s okay, Heather. You can’t control that. I’ve been reading in my family archives and I’ve learned something about all this. I didn’t make the connection before, but now that we’ve come together in this way, I can see it.”

“See it?” She looks up at me.

“The mating bond, Heather.”

“What?!” She stands up. “We can’t be mates. That’s not possible.”

She’s terrified all over again. The effects of the orgasms I gave her moments ago are completely gone. This is going to be a long night. I better get that order in. I take out my phone and look up at her again.

“So you do want dumplings?”

She throws her hands up and settles back into her chair. I chuckle and place an online order for a bit of everything fromthat Chinese place she said she loves. I text Violet to go grab the food and then head home.

Violet:Fine. You didn’t kill her, did you?

Me:No, sister, your seamstress is still intact. Mostly.

Violet:Omg, Trey what did you do?

Me:Nothing. Just get the food, drop it back here, and go home.

Violet:You don’t want me to leave the car? I can call someone.

Me:It’s fine. Take the car.

Violet:Ok. I’m going. Be back in a few with the food.

I put my phone in my pocket and look up at Heather. She’s staring at the break room table like it’s a void that’ll give her answers if she looks hard enough. I sit down at the table across from her, and she meets my gaze.

Her eyes are wet, and I see streaks of tears on her cheeks. Fuck, she’s been crying while I’ve been making stupid jokes with my sister.

“Hey,” I try to keep my voice soft. “We can figure this out.”

“I’m not in love with you,” she says through more tears.

“I know that.”

“How can I be your mate, then?”

“I don’t know. We don’t control that, and we don’t have to deal with it right now.”

“So what is there to figure out?”

“How to keep you alive when this is all over.”

“Is that even possible?”

“I think it is, but you’re not going to like how we do it.”

“What do you mean?”

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