Page 96 of The Breeding Cave
Luciano snapped his hand around the front of my throat and pinned me to the side of a building. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, pressing his canines against the mark he had left there. My body trembled from the mere touch.
“You’re mine,” he growled into my ear. “Only mine.”
I curled my fingers against his chest. “I know,” I said in a breathy whisper.
“You don’t belong to him, no matter what he tells you.”
“I’m yours, Luciano,” I whispered, but when I closed my eyes, I faintly remembered Gideon—the man that I swore I only knew from the coffee shop and the beast who followed me around—telling me that I was his … his mate.
CHAPTER
FIFTY-TWO
LUCIANO
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and glanced in the rearview mirror, spotting a flash of fire in the distance between the trees. That fucker is following us.
Gideon had tried his hardest to hide himself from me, but I knew he was there.
Rage rattled inside my rib cage. I gritted my teeth, my canines slicing through a couple of thin layers of skin on my lip. Yeosin had one hand on her growing belly and her eyes on the road, surrounded by forest, in front of us.
“Are we going to the mountain?” she asked.
“No.”
“To the cave?”
“No.”
She twisted her head toward me, brows furrowed together. “Where then?”
Truth was that I had been driving around these back roads in the forest to try and lose Gideon. I eyed the number of miles until the gas tank was empty on my dashboard and growled under my breath. If I didn’t lose him soon, we’d run out of gas.
“We’re going to run out of gas soon,” Yeosin noted, following my gaze.
“We are.”
“Do we have another container somewhere? I doubt there’s a gas station this deep.”
“No.”
“Then what are we?—”
“Yeosin,” I growled, harsher than I should’ve, “you’re not helping.”
Usually, I was okay under pressure, but since finding Yeosin and admitting that she was my mate who was carrying my child, everything had become much more stressful. I needed to protect her, but all I could worry about was losing her.
Yeosin’s eyes filled with tears, and then she turned her body away from me and faced the window. I blew out a sigh through my nose and glanced over at her, my beast whimpering at the thought of upsetting our mate.
With my free hand, I placed my hand on her thigh, squeezed, and turned her back toward me. “Gideon is following us, and I’m trying to lose him, but I can’t think straight. Don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’m stressed out too.”
“Why?”
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and peered in the rearview mirror, shrugging.
She was intentionally keeping something from me because she thought I couldn’t handle it, which pissed me off. But honestly, I had been keeping something from her since we had met Gideon in the alleyway.
