Page 65 of Outcast
Enhanced strength, hearing, and vision are byproducts of all shifters merging with their wolves.
"Baby, what's wrong?" His concerned voice carried over to me as the telling creak of the bed betrayed his movement. Cradling my hand near my stomach, I focused on my breathing to try to quell the tears and started to pick out the wooden splinters. Small drops of blood pooled as I removed each one.
Large hands came to rest lightly on the curves of my hips, and soft kisses trailed along my shoulder and up to my neck. His lips rested lightly against my ear, tickling the outer shell with his breath as he spoke. "Baby, whatever it is, it's okay."
Prying out the last splinter from my hand, I turned around in his grip and peered up at him. "You were right. He broke me and left me in pieces this morning," I admitted with a bitter tone to my words, but it wasn't directed at him.
His lips brushed against my forehead soothingly, causing me to close my eyes and take a deep breath to calm myself. "I was wrong to say what I did, Kira."
His admission shocked me to my core, because I had just told him he was right. I must have tensed at his words, because he elaborated "I was wrong, because no matter what he does to you, I will never allow you to shatter into pieces. I don't want to pick up the pieces after you break. I want to hold you so tightly to me that you never have a chance to splinter."
His strength and love seeped from every word, and I couldn't resist grabbing the back of his head with my uninjured hand and crushing his lips down to mine. Our mouths fused together, and I consumed every ounce of love that he offered, healing my heart with each caress of his lips.
Pulling back ever so slightly, I peered into his bright sapphire eyes and whispered against his lips, "You've always held me together. You were the one person who stood by my side long before the bond even told you to."
Milo gave me a brief peck on the lips, then grabbed my wounded hand and offered the same attention to the skin there. Looking at me with a quirky smile, he asked, "All better?"
I knew he meant more than just the wounds on my skin—he meant the wounds on my heart.
A hesitant smile pulled at my lips, "It will be."
Crouching down, I grabbed my shorts and tugged them up before nabbing the sports bra out of the broken drawer.Oops.Quickly, I pulled the bra on and tossed the white shirt over it.
While I dressed, Milo had wandered back out to the front, giving me a moment alone. I grabbed a hair tie from the top of the dresser and braided my long hair to keep it out of the way. Who knew what this interrogation would bring, but I needed to be ready to get down and dirty.
It was time to stop worrying about my confusing relationships for a moment and focus on the impending prophecy. If I wasn't prepared for that, I wouldn't have any mates to worry about.
I walked towards the front door where Milo waited, and he opened it, gesturing for me to go first. As we started our trek towards the Pit, I filled him in on what Lux had told me to do.
"I need to test out my powers against this one to see if I can inflict any damage or if I need to find another way to fight them in battle."
He hummed in response, and I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, "What?"
"Just trying to swallow the fact that you're central to a pivotal battle for our existence and that I can't hide you away in a bunker somewhere." His tone was sarcastic and jesting, but his face betrayed his true emotions.
He was scared for me.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jameson
I couldn't believethat girl had the audacity to try to rip what remaining family I had left away from me. Anger had blinded me all morning as I sat on the couch and fumed at how to grapple with the tumultuous emotions bouncing around in my head. I had been ready to work through our problems, no matter how difficult and painful it would have been to open up those old wounds.
She was worth it. Or so I had thought.
Only a fool let good pussy blind them like I had for a few minutes this morning, thinking that we could actually live a happy life together and that the Goddess had truly blessed me with her as my mate.
I was a fucking idiot.
Goddess knew how much time had passed since I’d tossed her out. I drifted between the bottle of whiskey and the wall I had deemed it necessary to punch holes into.
After much back and forth with myself, I settled on the decision to bring this up with my father to ease the shred of doubt plaguing me. I left my house and crossed the short distance to my father’s massive home.
I didn’t bother knocking, too aggravated for formalities and needing to get this off my chest now. Storming into the massive living room with swooping exposed beams across the ceiling, I glanced around the open floor plan but didn't see him in the living room, kitchen or dining room. My voice echoed as I called out, "Alpha! We have a problem."
A door opened from one of the bedrooms in the back, and heavy footsteps sounded against his wooden floors. Crossing the corner from the hallway, he emerged with a stone cold expression, immediately reprimanding me, "You may be my son, but you will treat me with the respect of knocking before barging into my home."
Moans echoed faintly from the back of the house, and I cocked my head at him. A brief moment of hesitation crossed his face before he crossed his arms and breezed past it, "What did you need that is so important?"
