Page 140 of Tainted Romance

I forced a memory in her mind of when I helped her in Math when she was by herself and everyone was working in partners, and I had gone and sat next to her to help. I forced another one of my memories in her head, when we were in Art class. It was freshly after she had her memories wiped and human Allie wanted me bad.

Blake was still rattling off a memory they had together when they were young, but as I reached in Allie’s mind, she wasn’t reliving a memory of him.

I swear these problems are getting harder. Who needs fractions? I won’t need them when I’m in Europe. Sitting on the beach, drinking as much liquor as I want. Yep, I wouldn’t need them then.

So what, the value of X could go get fucked.

Wait a sec? Is he looking at me again? I can literally feel it.

She looked over her shoulder. Her eyes connecting with mine for a second.

Yep, he’s staring again. Ignore me and then stare at me? How the hell did that make sense? I hate Math. I hate having this class with him and Ebony.

Why won’t he just talk to me? How hard is it to have a conversation with your mate? He knew I wouldn’t bite him, right?

Zane only cares about one thing, and that’s him. He didn’t have a conversation with me because he just didn’t want to. He simply just didn’t want me.

I wonder what Blake is doing? I really need to break this connection I have with Zane. I swear I knew his every move. I was even tracking his whereabouts at school so I wouldn’t run into him. God, I swear nothing is more awkward than when he is forced to speak to me.

You can tell how much he hates having to do it.

The look in his eyes. The sharpness of his voice.

If he could, he would avoid me altogether.

I need to break his pull over me.

She pulled out her phone. Maybe some hot sex with Blake will do that? Break my need to be near Zane. At the very least it would take my mind off him and maybe for one night I could fall asleep without thinking about him.

She was messaging Blake.

Yep, a night at Blake’s is precisely what I need.

She looked over her shoulders giving me a pointed look. Stop staring, Zane! I swear he knew what his eyes did to me.

She looked down at her piece of paper, and my eyes were staring back at her. She had drawn them without realizing. She quickly started scribbling across them.

Who was I kidding? The only one I wanted to have sex with tonight was Zane, and that wasn’t going to happen.

I smiled. Finally, she was thinking of me. Sure, it wasn’t the best memory, but it was a start, and I was going to keep forcing memory after memory of me in her head.

I didn’t feel like Blake had the upper hand anymore because when it came down to it, everything in her body wanted me. Her heart pumped for me. Her pulse quickened when I was near. I had been keeping her awake every night. It wasn’t him.

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I had thought I knew every detail of Allie’s life. I had been wrong. Seeing it through her point of view was painful. Hearing the doubt in her voice. What she really thought about me. It hurt because I had been so wrong. To push her away. Yeah, I had been wrong.

Sure, I was listening to what dad was saying, but I couldn’t use that as an excuse. She was my mate. She needed me, and I had just, well, took what I needed of her to survive and gave her nothing.

After she told me, she wasn’t fighting the connection anymore, and she kissed me. I knew our connection had bonded.

So, I could easily listen to her thoughts. Like I said, I always made sure I got a good dose of her. Taking what I needed to survive. If I wanted to know what she was thinking, I would reach into her thoughts and get my answer.

If I wanted to know where she was.

Again, I would reach into her thoughts. Get my answer.

Never once did I think she would want the same from me. Never once did I think, fuck, maybe she needs me to survive.

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