Page 73 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
“It is. That or you just really don’t want to deal with what the seer told us about who your mate is.”
I slump back in the bed, staring at the ceiling again.
“We don’t have to talk about it, but it might help you feel better if we do.”
“It won’t,” I say.
“Okay, then we don’t have to talk about it. Try to sleep.”
“I can’t sleep with you just staring at me like that. Go to your bed.”
“You’re lying in my bed.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that this tiny thing they call a bed is the only bed in the village they gave us.”
I groan. “Then I guess we should get an early start and head back now.”
He shakes his head. “That would be rude, and you’re in no state to go anywhere right now.”
I sit up, and the room starts spinning again. I fall back into the bed with another groan.
“Just get into bed then.”
He stares at me for a moment as if he’s going to refuse me, then stands and flicks off the light before climbing into the creaky bed, fully dressed.
I close my eyes, trying to fall asleep, but the nausea returns. It’s accompanied by a pounding headache that has nothing to do with the wine I drank.
I sit up, throwing the covers off me with a sigh.
“You might be okay with me not talking about the curse tonight, but the blood deal we made isn’t,” I say.
He sits up, and we lean against the pink fabric headboard. “I’m sorry. I can try to say I don’t care if you tell me again and see if your symptoms stop.”
“No, we should just talk.”
He waits silently for me to speak. I appreciate that, but I’m not sure where to start.
“I hate that my mate is chosen for me. To break the curse, I must accept the mate predestined for me. I have no say.”
“I hate the mating bond, too. I hate that love or choice don’t seem to matter to the gods. It’s why the curse was placed upon the wolf shifters to begin with. The mating bond was rejected, and we became cursed.”
“So if I reject my bond, another curse will be placed upon us?”
“I don’t know.”
“It’s not fair.”
“It’s not.”
“I’m not sure I can accept Ambrose as my mate after everything he’s done.”
“Then don’t. It’s your choice. You don’t have to accept the mating bond. You don’t have to believe the prophecies. You don’t have to break the curse. It’s your choice.”
I stare at him. “Why can you speak to me in my head? What is this connection we share?”
“I don’t know. We can ask the seer in the morning, but most will only tell one prophecy per person.”
