Page 40 of Marked By Moonlight
If he finds out I’m from the Wintermoon pack, I’ll be dead. He won’t have a choice but to kill me. I may not know Ambrose very well, but he won’t accept mating with someone he views as a traitor. And my pack is just that to the rest of the packs.
I need to talk to Kael. We need a plan to keep our pack identity a secret.
And...fuck…I need to talk to Nyx. He knows the truth. He could destroy me.Why hasn’t he already outed me?
Anxiety pumps through my body, filling every inch of me as I look up to find Ambrose gone. I need to talk to him. I don’t know what I’m going to say or what I’m going to do, but I have to do something. I didn’t come all this way just to die. I’m stronger than Ambrose, or anyone else, thinks I am.
Instinctually, I head down the hallway and stop outside a closed door that I know Ambrose entered, most likely his bedroom. My wolf instincts may be pathetic compared to his, but at least I can sense where my mate has gone.
I stare at the door, unsure of how to handle this. I need to talk to him. We weren’t finished with our conversation, and I need to arrange a time to speak with Kael at the very least. Maybe he can help with my Nyx problem.
I reach for the door handle without fear but find it locked.
“Ambrose, we aren’t done talking.”
I wait a few seconds, hoping that he’ll respond or, better yet, open the door and finish the conversation we barely started. But he doesn’t. I press my ear against the door and hear the faint sound of the shower running.
He’s not responding because he can’t hear me.
No, that’s a lie. He has supernatural wolf hearing. He can hear me. He could respond if he wanted to, but he’s not.
I start to talk to him in my head, but nothing comes out. I can’t speak through the bond we formed. I realize it’s the first time I’ve tried when we weren’t in the same room.Does it work through doors, through walls? How far away can I speak to him in my head?
I close my eyes, concentrating on Ambrose. He’s in the shower.Water rolls down his ripped muscles and turns red as it washes away Baelor’s blood. Drips fall down his body over his long, thick cock that swells larger…
I shake my head, opening my eyes, realizing that I can’t focus enough to send him a message that way. I have no choice but to sit outside his bedroom until he opens the door.
“You’re going to be waiting a long time,” Emeric says.
I fold my arms as I sit cross-legged outside his door.
“I don’t care. I need to talk to him.”
Emeric leans against the wall with a glowing smile on his face and a sparkle in his eyes. “You’re both stubborn. I can see why you’re mates.”
“Well, Ambrose doesn’t. He thinks I’m a weak, pathetic girl who can’t even shift. He thinks he might as well kill me in hopes of finding a new, better mate.”
Emeric chuckles.
“I don’t find anything I said funny.”
“No, but I do. Trust me—the last thing Ambrose thinks of you is that you’re weak.”
“He told me I’m weak to my face.”
Emeric shrugs like he’s been told the same thing by Ambrose a time or two. “What are you going to do about it?”
I look down at where I’m sitting. “I thought it was obvious. I’m sitting here until Ambrose opens the door and talks to me.”
“And when he does, what are you going to tell him? That you aren’t weak?”
I frown.
“Sorry to tell you, but yes, I heard every word of your conversation. Wolf hearing and all that. The only reason those outside of the house can’t hear is because Ambrose has had this house’s walls reinforced to the point that no shifter could invade his privacy.”
“No one but you.”
Emeric’s smile broadens. It’s an infectious smile—genuine, warm, and kind.
