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There was only one place the two of them would have gone.
While I might not be ready to claim them publicly and face the consequences, I wanted them back where they belonged, making my head a riotous mess and filling that void of emptiness in my soul.
Chapter 40
Jaxon
Prim’s familiar energy rippled over me again, but instead of adoring arousal like earlier, pain tore through my chest.
My breath ripped from my lungs, and I grunted, curling in on myself as the beast inside me whimpered. Grimacing, I glanced outside the store windows at my back.
What the actualfuck?
I stumbled forward, hands resting on cool glass, eyes quickly scanning the area. The parking lot…sidewalk…cloudless sky—no Prim.
Go.
Comfort.
She was here—I could feel her, but she’d cloaked either her dragon form or nakedness.
I flagged my manager down, and he approached, concern lighting his face as he looked me over.
“You okay?” he asked, frowning. “You’re white as a ghost.”
I clutched my stomach rather than my chest, which ached in agony. “Gotta go,” I rasped. “Gonna be sick.”
He quickly stepped off to the side, motioning me awayfrom him. “Take a break. Come back when you’re feeling better, and if not, just head home and keep in touch, okay?”
Swallowing audibly, I nodded and hurried out the automatic doors, arm still over my torso as though fending off nausea when it felt like my heart ripped in two.
I stepped outside into the sunlight.
There’s another woman in our alpha’s bed.
I stiffened suddenly, my vision blurring, my soul ripping to shreds.What?
We aren’t enough?—
Invisible talons wrapped around me, winking me from sight. A blast of wind and sudden change of altitude shot my shattering heart into my toes, and I gasped, surprised by Prim’s strength, her ability to rip me off the earth’s face when she’d been so sure of being unable to do so without a free fall involved.
Her pain owned her. Gave her strength beyond the beast within.
I clutched at her warm leg, the scales golden and glinting in the sun, visible to my eyes since her gift had cloaked me along with her—we were in a world of our own, but I couldn’t dwell on that thought and what it might mean beyond the bond between the two of us.
No fucking way Patrick would replace us so quickly.
Had he been pissed Prim came to see me and that I fucked her in a bathroom stall like she was some whore?
Both of us shivered at my thought, but due to fear over his possible anger, not arousal at the memory of mating in the confined space.
He couldn’t possibly know what we were up to, as we were both unaware of his thoughts or feelings due to the distance between us.
Prim’s attempt to reassure me did little to ease the unrest inside me. I had no answers, no other questions to help makesense of what she had seen and the resulting emotion now rippling through both of us.
“Thank you for not leaving me,” I croaked out what passed through my mind, and her mourning dragon only caused my heart to hurt more.
We landed in the cul-de-sac, and she continued to hold onto me while shifting back to her smaller form. As one, and still invisible to the human eye, we hurried up the stairs, hand-in-hand to my apartment, needing the physical connection between us. She fell apart the second the door closed behind us.
