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He grabs me, slamming me into the wall. I let out an oomph but I’ve never been so happy to be manhandled in my life.
Lincoln’s breathing as hard as I am.
Only now, do I fully realize how tall and muscled Lincoln has become.
He’s not the same boy who I once knew.
I nuzzle against Lincoln’s neck, as he cages me. Yet I feel safe in his shadow.
He was always my protector.
Lincoln’s scent of fresh summer raspberries cocoon me. I take deep breaths, for once not caring about the headache that it’ll cause. I want his scent to block out all the others.
My eyes smart with tears.
They’re tears of joy.
Lincoln kisses my hair, head, and face…anywhere that he can.
I purr, loving his touch.
I’ve been terrified that I’d never feel it again.
Lincoln rests his strong hands on my shoulders, and I wrap my arms around his waist.
“My fated.” Lincoln’s voice is deep and rumbling.
My fated.
Lincoln believes that we’re fated mates.
Amongst certain poor packs on the fringes of society like Lincoln comes from, before the Snakes took them in as servants, there’s still the ancient belief in superstitions and myths like fated mates being real.
Fated bonds.
He convinced me as kids that the fact I loved raspberries best like his scent, while his favorite food was blueberry muffins like mine, meant that we were fated. We did spend a lot of time nuzzling and licking each other’s necks in comfort.
We were in the same class at school.
When the school scents became overwhelming to me, only by burrowing my nose against Lincoln’s scent gland — and losing myself in his singular scent of raspberries — could I survive.
Without him, I’d probably have been forced to drop out because of my condition.
Yet the teachers were outraged, dragging us apart as much as they could.
They knew that Lincoln had no right to such closeness to me, since I was a mafia princess and he was only a Beta servant’s son.
Yet Lincoln braved our pack and teacher’s punishments because he called our connection fate.
I call it friendship and love.
I’ve loved Lincoln as long as I can remember.
But loving each other must be why three years ago something bad happened to him.
Because I can feel in my guts that it did.
I stiffen.
