Page 41 of Rejected Mate

Mayia glanced over at me. "What?"

"No matter what happens, if we come out of this vampire meeting alive, don't tell Fagua." I turned my phone on silent as we walked, then stared ahead. "Even if she hates me for keeping this secret from her, don't say anything about this."

13

Fagua

Ifelt something familiar, the same feeling I had when I first mated with Winter. A feeling of exhaustion, as if every last piece of energy had been taken from me. I couldn't control these gnawing feelings that were constricting my thoughts. I sucked in a breath of air and I felt as if I was slowly waking from a dream. My body felt cold and numb.

I tried to open my eyes—it was as if I'd lost all sense of time—but it felt as if I’d been in a coma. One that I was desperately trying to awake from. Though I couldn't see properly, I knew that I was alone.

Husk had brought me to the hotel and left me. I wondered for a split second if I was in the casino.

Nope, the room was rustic and antique. A wooden table, red carpet, and deep red matching curtains hung from silver rings over the floor-to-ceiling windows. Nothing about this room was familiar. I tried to sit up, to get a better view so I could draw the curtains and take in my surroundings, but I felt so weak. I realized that mating with Husk wasn't like it was with Sky or Winter. It was so much more intense. When I was with Husk, each one of his thrusts felt as though he burrowed into more than just my body. He'd burrowed into the real me—right down to my core. Sexually, Husk and I fit on a level completely different than anyone else before. Yet, in every other way, we were like oil and water.

I wondered if maybe we'd gotten it all wrong, and panic started to enter my mind. Maybe mating with Husk wasn't the solution to all our problems but the beginning of the end.

My throat was dry and my head was pounding as I tried even harder to focus and open my eyes. I closed them and tried to control my breathing because I was so nervous.

I took deep breaths, and with each inhale and exhale I tried to focus on sitting up in the bed. Getting out and walking felt too much for me, I would take it in baby steps.

I felt different somehow, like a snake that had shed its skin and a new body and mind had developed as a result of it. I shifted my hand to the side and then lifted it up in the air slowly and with control. It must have just lifted only a couple of inches from the bed. In unison, my phone, which was on the side table, started to move up too. I couldn't see properly with only the dim light filtering in from the curtain not being closed properly, so I focused on the lamp.

As I closed my eyes, I focused on it and turned it on with my mind.

A smile broke across my face.

I tried to repeat what I'd, but this time with my force and with my eyes wide open.

"No!" I whispered to myself.

It couldn't be.

As though nothing had changed, the side table didn't move. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. I could easily shift the table to the side of the room before, without a second thought, but now it was so damn hard.

Too fucking hard.

"No!" I cried as I sunk into the bed. I covered my face in defeat, frustrated about the whole trail of events. Maybe a shower would give me the energy that I needed to complete a simple task. A few days ago, I couldn't move anything, and now I'd done it, but not like before.

My stomach rumbled, letting me know that it was time to eat. I wasn't in the mood for a big breakfast; maybe some toast and eggs would quench my hunger and give me the strength I needed to fully regain my powers.

I shifted out of the bed and went into the bathroom. The more I moved, the more I started to feel like my former self. I headed to the shower, and as I turned on the cold water, my body began to feel hot, as if it were on fire. I didn't understand why, but I only put on the cold water, wondering if the change to my body from having powers to not, had caused it to act strange.

As I stripped off my clothes and then stepped into the shower, memories of the early hours of the morning and last night with Husk entered my mind. His power and strength as he imprinted on me. It had scared and excited me at the same time. As if I was his world, and his acts toward me in the past, weren't a true reflection of how he felt about me.

I'd been completely wrong about him. I'd thought of him as nothing but a brute and unable to care or even think about anyone else but himself and his brothers.

He'd proven to me in a touch that he was capable of love, and I had to open my heart to him. But that wasn't something I could do overnight.

With Winter, I'd done it so easily, and with Sky it had taken a little time. I'd thought it had been impossible with Husk, but now he'd shown that it was possible. We just had to take our time to get to the stage where we were completely connected with each other.

My stomach rumbled again, letting me know that I desired more than just a small breakfast. So, I cast out thoughts of Husk and the memories of him imprinting on me.

After I finished washing and rinsing, I turned off the shower. I patted myself dry and took out the dress I'd brought with me. I had no change of clothes, and my irritation that Husk would just dump me here and go wherever he went, irked me. It reminded me of how he locked me up in the penthouse when we first met. I used the hotel dryer to dry my hair, half of me hoping that Husk would return before I finished with breakfast and our relationship would be better since we were intimate.

Half an hour later, my hair was done and I was dressed.

The key was on the side table with my phone, so I took both of them, slipped on my shoes, and headed out. I hesitated, wondering if I should leave Husk a note. I decided against it. I would send him a message, and maybe, just maybe, he would join me if he hadn't eaten already.

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