Lily and James (werewolf novel) novel Chapter 9

Chapter 0009

(Lily POV)

There are a million different emotions running through my body as I continue to stare at the werewolf in front of me.

“Rose, please tell me this is a joke,” I whisper through our link.

“I can’t,” she whispers back. “This is real. He is our mate.”

I do not know why either of us are whispering, other than the utter shock of the situation.

“How? How can this be? It does not make any sense!” I whisper–yell to her.

“You did ask the Moon Goddess to bring him a new mate.”

“I did not mean me!!! I meant a mate that he could be happy with, and one that he could love!”

“He looks pretty happy,” Rose tells me.

Rose’s words take me by surprise. I had been so shocked and overwhelmed by my own emotions that– even though I was staring at him–I had not bothered to take in how James was reacting. By the time

Rose said something, James had moved much closer to me, and we could now see his eyes and the look on his face.

To my utter shock, Rose was right. James looked… happy. No, not happy. James looked thrilled. He

stared at me with astonishment, amazement, and… love?

“Rose, how is this possible? James hates me. He loves my sister. How could he be our mate? And how

….but James keeps coming closer to me. And the closer James comes, the more his scent and the mate bond overpowers any sense of logical thought in my brain. He is now just twenty feet away, and I feel like I am in a trance. My heart is racing, pounding out of my chest, and I am feeling a heat in my body that is

begging and pleading for his embrace.

I try to remind myself once again that this is wrong, and that this cannot and should not be happening. However, my brain responds by suddenly sending me memories of James that I had long since forgotten.

For example, when I was 10 years old, I fell off my bike and broke my arm. No one else was around, and I started crying, desperately wanting my daddy. James had been in the middle of training a half mile away, but he somehow heard my cries and came running to help me. He mind–linked my father and then carried me bridal style all the way to the medical clinic so that I could get treated. I remember feeling so safe and protected.

Then there was the time when I was 12 and James was having dinner with my family in the beta suite. My mother had baked a chocolate raspberry cake for dessert, which was my absolute favorite. Unfortunately, I had to finish a project for school, and my parents‘ rule was that we could not have dessert until all of our schoolwork was done.

By the time I finished my project, all of the cake was gone. James must have seen the disappointment on my face, because he immediately offered to share his slice with me… and then let me eat 60% of it.

These were just two of the memories. I know James had always seen me as Stephanie’s annoying little sister, but he still managed to be kind to me until Stephanie died. I had several positive memories as proof.