Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
We’ve only had a single interaction with Emma today. Maybe it’s because she’s human… I’m not sure. She almost left the house, she didn’t even come to see us first, like she was purposely avoiding us.
She’s obviously upset with us for keeping her inside, but she doesn’t understand. Owen is the one who spoke up when she objected, and she hasn’t said a word to him since. I’m hoping that means she’ll want me first. I’ve been waiting all day. We both have. I didn’t get a damn thing done. We’re behind on work since we took an extra two days getting back here to round up our mate. We also have to alert the Authority to the fact that we found our mate and she’s a human. I’m not looking forward to explaining that, not that I could at this moment anyway. I can’t concentrate for shit. We’re both eager for her. Both pining over her and waiting for her to need us.
The light of day has faded and it’s time to confront our little mate. We’ve stayed in the office for the most part of the day. She has had plenty of time to get adjusted, and Charlotte helped her as we asked her to. Emma’s mostly just been scribbling in that damn notebook of hers all day. Each time I came to check on her, she didn’t even bother looking up from that book. I’ve got to take a peek as soon as I can. I want to know everything about her. My mate.
Just as I leave the office to tend to her, Owen walks up on my left and starts to head to the bedroom. Irritation claws at me. He had her last and I need to feel her under me and for her to feel our bond. The way things ended our first time was not at all what I wanted.
I’d planned on holding her and soothing her. My fists clench as a memory of her pushing away from me hits me. I’d planned on giving her exactly what Owen gave her. The memory of her crying out his name hits me harder than I thought it would. I know he’s her mate as well, but it felt like nothing but betrayal. I may have had her first, but he had a completely different piece that matters just as much. And I’ve yet to have that with her.
I know she’s less than happy with me because of it. But I’ll give her what she needs and make up for being jealous and crass. She’ll learn how I am. I’ve never been good with my words or emotions. As anxiousness and fear that she’ll deny me in favor of my brother creep up, I promise myself I’ll be more careful with her. Besides, Owen didn’t love her like I did. My brows furrow looking at my brother. I don’t understand why he’s so forceful with her. I mean, fuck, he denied her. She wanted to come and he made her wait. I’d never do that. You’ll take what I give you. His words make my wolf snarl. I’d be more pissed if she didn’t seem to like it as much as she does.
I’ve never felt such insecurity. Truth be told, I wish we didn’t have to share her. She will compare us, and Owen’s always been the good one.
I plan on giving her the fucking world, to spoil her. Anything she wants, she gets. Even if Owen objects. It pisses me off that he overrules me. Like with that fucking tee shirt. We need to sit down and have a conversation about that. But right now, we’ve got to figure out who’s going in there first. Her heat is driving us mad.
“You had her last.” My hand comes down hard on his shoulder, preventing him from leaving the office. A low growl grows in his chest as he turns around. This is really going to get ugly as the claiming moon approaches if we don’t figure out how to handle this. I’m ready to throw down again, but I don’t want to. Not when our pack will know. Not when they haven’t met our mate yet, and how we behave will reflect on her. He’s my brother, my other half for so long. And she seems to enjoy him too. An image of her screaming his name as she came on his dick flashes before my eyes. Instead of the anger I expect, a hurt settles deep in my chest. I clear my throat. “It’s only fair.”
He looks me dead in the eyes as his fists clench. “Together.”
“Not fucking happening.” No fucking way. I may have to share her, but after last time, I don’t want to watch. I don’t want to see anyone else giving her pleasure. I don’t want to hear her saying his name. I want her to love me. Me. I want her to feel me and our bond and our connection. She felt it with him. I know she did. And he interrupted us before she could feel it with me.