Page 57 of Princess Redeemed
“Only you,” he whispers harshly into my ear.“Never another.Only you, Hannah.”
Gently, he kisses my neck.Our heartbeats are in sync, and they slow together as we lose ourselves in the sound of the rain outside.
Only you, Hannah.Only you.
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The rain patters down,and though Rogan and I are entwined together, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, I know our love is short-lived.
His love for me, that is.
I, myself, will never love another.
But even I’m surprised at how soon our nirvana ceases.
Rogan jerks, lifts his head.He inhales, long and slow and sure.Then he dislodges himself from me.
It’s her.
She’s here.
I could say my heart is breaking, but it already broke.
It broke the day I found out my father had orchestrated this whole thing, that Rogan’s love for me isn’t real, and that we’re not true fated mates.
Unfortunately, my love for himisreal.
Damn my father, anyway.
Outside the bunker, a wolf howls.
Rogan rolls away from me, and the change takes him.
I watch closely—the sheer beauty of his metamorphosis.
It’s likely the last time I’ll see it.
The lush fur covers his body, and his muscles stretch and shorten, his bones snap.And the last part, when his handsome face becomes lupine.His teeth snap into place much like my own when I’m about to feed.
Or about to mate.
He looks at me, his green eyes both aroused and sad.
I stroke the fur on his cheek.“Go,” I say softly.“Go to your fate.Your son and I will be fine.”
He purrs into my hand but then in a flash scampers up and out of the bunker.
Because I’m a fucking sadist, I dress quickly and crawl out.
Two wolves frolic together in the rain.
It’s beautiful in a heartbreaking way.
I touch my abdomen.“I’ll always have this part of your daddy,” I say softly to my unborn child.“And he won’t forsake you, no matter how many litters that wolf bitch gives him.”
I’m not being fair, I know.This is no more her fault than it is Rogan’s.
The fault lies solely at my father’s feet, and it’s time he and I had it out.
