In a world where humans and werewolves are enemies and mates are no longer a luxury afforded to werewolves, Liam is shocked when he feels that unfamiliar bond upon meeting Maeve.
What ensues seems like fate's way of keeping the two apart, but Liam...
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"I just can't believe I'm getting to meet you!" Elijah's overly excited voice was hard not to wake up to. "You're going to be like a celebrity!"
"Watch it, boy," Mrs. Myer's irritated voice rang through.
Where was I? The last thing I remembered was getting my lashes by Andrew and Arnold. Mr. Lewis had taken me to his house and tended to my wounds. Elijah was there. Mrs. Myers wasn't.
"I didn't say anything!" Elijah defended.
Was he always this loud?
"Best keep it that way," She chastised.
"Sorry, what am I missing?" An angelic voice sounded. It spread warmth from my heart that reverberated to every crevice of my body and soul. I knew that voice. I loved that voice. Maeve.
"Nothing." Mrs. Myers and Elijah barked at the same time.
The alpha targeting Maeve and Mrs. Myers. Shifting in front of Maeve. Fighting the alpha. The alpha running away.
My eyes shot open. I needed to see Maeve. Needed to see if she was hurt.
"Maeve?" I called out, my bleary eyes finally opening. What they met with were the most beautiful pair of sea green eyes I'd ever seen. They were wide, as though she couldn't believe that I'd be thinking of her. Did she feel what I felt?
"Yeah?" She squeaked uncertainly, taking a tiny step forward.
That was more progress than I'd expected since she seemed utterly repelled by me earlier and I didn't blame her with the way wolves behaved. I needed to prove to her I was different. That my love was pure.
I tried to very slowly move my body into a sitting position, my gaze locked on hers as she watched me warily. I kept my hands on my lap so as to show her I wasn't moving any further. I'm not a threat I tried to convey.
My body ached and burned with the amount it had been through in twenty four hours. I was healing, albeit slowly, but I needed to see her.
"Are you okay?" I asked as my gaze scanned over her. Her light brown hair falling past her shoulders, her button nose, her absolutely luscious lips. I imagined tasting them and hearing sounds that I only wanted to hear from her for the rest of my life.
Finally, my eyes met hers and I could tell in that moment that she felt the same connection. She had to with the way I was feeling. There was also an enormous amount of fear behind them.
"I'm okay," she whispered lightly, breaking our eye contact and smoothing her hands down her t-shirt nervously.
