Mated to the Alpha and His Beta (Lanie Stanton) novel Chapter 445

Chapter 445
Lanie

The waves did not calm, and the storm did not cease. The wall of fog in front of us had looked like it was getting farther away, but now it stayed in place…and we got closer. We were heading right for it. We were going to collide, and yet I wasn’t afraid.

With every note my daughter sang, the fog shifted and changed in time with her melody. It was like no song I’d ever heard, and her voice was also not quite her own. She sang with a thousand voices, all at once, none I’d heard before. And yet, I would’ve known the sound of her singing anywhere. In any time, in any life.

The Moon Goddess had told me to TRUST. That was all I could do. Everything I must do.

I joined her. My mouth opened and filled with the slashing salt of rain and waves, but a song came out of me that could not be drowned, no matter how fiercely the water tried. It joined with Stella’s, the melody rising and falling as I harmonized. There were words, in a thousand or more languages I didn’t know and would never learn.

The song filled the air and blocked out the sound of the storm. As we sang, the fog began to thin. I could see the edges of what looked like land. For a second, my voice faltered.

The fog wall slammed back into being totally opaque. The yacht veered along it instead of going through. I fell onto the deck, hitting it with my face. My mouth filled with blood, but I spit it out, over and over, until I could sing again.

My first notes were low and soft and broken, but I let my heart lead. Soon, the song flowed out of me again with a force greater even than the storm. Lightning flashed and struck the deck inches from my face. The burning smell of electricity crackled through my nose, but the strike didn’t even leave behind a mark on the wood.

Strong hands yanked me up to my feet. Xander and Mason held me up between them. Their mouths moved with words I couldn’t hear over the sound of the song I shared with our daughter. They were shouting encouragement at me.

Zane joined them, all three of my mates supporting me and keeping me from flying backward as the yacht rose and fell. It hit the water with the force of a boulder hitting concrete. My teeth slammed together, and my scream of pain mingled with the sounds of our song.

Their love surrounded me with an almost physical force. It was as much a wall as that fog had been, but it didn’t hide or obscure anything. The love of my mates made everything stronger. More clear.