Page 107 of Claim Me
There are no romantic ties.
No sexual inclinations.
Nofeelingsinvolved whatsoever.
Because, as Ayla put it, “That would create a conflict for the male mate, and the patriarchy can’t allow that. They need their men in charge at all times, not influenced by love or affection.”
So why do I care about Fallon’s feelings now? Why do I feel like I’ve destroyed something precious?
My throat works as I stare at her, some of my ire melting away. She didn’t tell us the truth because she was protecting her sister. It’s an admirable reason, even if I don’t appreciate it.
But it’s the reason I dislike it that matters most—I don’t like that she doesn’t trust me.
I want to be worthy of Fallon’s trust. Worthy of her secrets. Worthy ofher.
Those feelings have been with me for a while now, which is why she constantly frustrated me. Knowing everything I do now, I’m still frustrated for the same reason.
Because I need her to have faith in me.
I take care of what’s mine. I always have. It’s one of my strengths, a core foundation of who I am as a master vampire and leader.
But Fallon has never once had faith in me to do right by her.
She’s constantly fought me, hidden away her truths, and disliked me at every turn.
I only now understand why—because I represent an authority figure in her life. And thus far, all those who have been put in charge of her fate have failed her.
And I’m acting no better right now,I tell myself.
Nox and Bane are convinced this is real.
What if they’re right?
If they are, then I’ve royally fucked up my chance at happiness. Because there’s no way in hell Fallon will ever accept me.
Unless I fix this,I think, my gaze on her quivering lip.
She’s still waiting for me to tell her how to undo the spell, her obedient pose one I craved mere days ago but hate right now.
Because of what it implies.
She’s bowing to me as her superior, not because she’s my mate or because she respects me. But because shefearsme.
I don’t want her to fear me.
And that has nothing to do with a forced mating spell.
“I need a moment alone with Miss Doyle,” I tell Nox and Bane.
Both phantoms stare at me, their expressions indicating unease.
“I’m not at risk of a blood rage,” I say, addressing Nox’s earlier concern regarding the notorious vampiric urge to fuck, fight, or feed in response to strong emotions—especially anger. “I just need to have a private word.”
“If you’re going to force Fallon to undo this mating, then we deserve to be here for it,” Bane replies.
“You do,” I agree. “I simply need to speak with her alone for a minute.” I look between the two men and add, “Please.”
Nox arches a brow, aware that I don’t usually add platitudes unless I feel they’re absolutely necessary.
