Page 51 of Banished Mates
“Fine,” he snapped. “She said if we hurt each other, it’ll hurt her.”
I nodded quickly, looking at Kit.
The hard grip he had on me relaxed, the tension slightly melting away.
My brain hurt and an overwhelming pressure compounded on my chest.
This was too much for me.
I needed space.
“Give me a moment.”
I whirled on my heels and rushed back toward the house, snow kicking up around me.
My brain was in shambles and it was pissing me off. I wanted the calm. Not all this drama. I wanted to live in peace.
My third mate was someone I’d always wanted and loved, but could never be with. I’d known he’d wanted me too, but he’d never claimed me while I was human. How was I to trust his appearance? And now he wanted to take me back to Redwood Pack.
One mate wanted to return to be Alpha to his pack and the other one wanted to get me back to our pack. It was a fucking mess. I didn’t want to live in either pack. I’d never been happier than I was here in the middle of nowhere, being with my mates.
I slammed Kit’s bedroom door open and headed directly to the cell phone connected to the charger, plucked it off, and powered it on.
The date... Just as I’d thought, it’d been two months since I’d been snatched from that parking lot.
I licked my lips and tugged the collar of my shirt.
It was too stifling in here. I punched in my mom’s number as I exited the house. She was the only one that would understand my fears.
There was no sight of my mates. Good, they needed to give me space because I’d go nuts on them. Now that I made my stance clear on them not fighting, I needed to be alone for a moment.
The snow crunched under my boot as I stalked away from the house.
Willow: It’s Willow. I’m calling, so be ready.
A few moments later, my call went through. I exhaled shakily and chose a random rock to drop onto as I took the call on speaker so I could text as she spoke.
It was how we always communicated, since it saved tons of time.
“I thought you were dead,” Nola said, her voice tight. A thickness in my throat made it hard to swallow.
I understood the underlying question. She wanted to know if I was calling for help.
Willow: No, I’m safe. I shifted.
“Why are you calling me if you shifted?” Panic filled her voice. “I have sons, Willow, one is a baby. If someone catches wind that I know what you are, they’ll use my family to get to you. How could you be so selfish?”
Her words had taken on a frantic edge. What? I hadn’t considered that and maybe it should have been a consideration. Here came the guilt. I licked my lips.
Willow: No one knows I’m an Omega.
“It won’t be long until they find out. Your aunt thought the same and they burned down our house when I was a child! They killed everyone but me—” There was a shuffle.
“Is everything okay, Nola?”
It was male’s voice.
“Yes, love, just handling some business, I’ll be done soon.”
